Snippet #1855767

Hotch nodded and separated from Caspea, creeping up to the group. He scanned the herd to look for the one that was injured. It was very easy to spot her trailing behind the other deer, limping along as they grazed. The bull deer was near her and looked up in alert. Hotch paused, holding his breath and hoping that he hadn't just screwed up the whole thing. Seconds past...it seemed like ages to Hotch before the bull relaxed and returned to grazing. Slooowly, Hotch thought, inching along again up to the herd. He was 20 feet away when he saw the injured doe stumble and try to regain its ground a few steps away from the herd. Sensing an opportunity, he bolted toward the rest of the herd, howling. Everything was caught by surprise as they bolted away from the young wolf. He glanced over to make sure the injured doe was falling behind before doubling his efforts, snapping at the hooves of the fleeing deer.