There were five of them, at the bottom of a hill where apple trees grew above a creek. I moved to the side of the hill, using the shrubs to hide me as I got closer. I was able to crawl close to the edge, about twenty yards from where I figured they would try to escape. Deer wouldn't break uphill. "In position," I sent to my mate.

"I'm going to run straight towards them, get them to panic. Pick your target and trust your wolf, love." He had gotten close, and the deer spooked and ran from him as he tore into the clearing. I tracked a small doe,...