Chapter 39 The hunt

• Alas, the hour had arrived. The night they had all been waiting for. 
• The Dankworth wolves stood side by side, each staring into the darkness of the night, determining the oath in which they would take for the hunt. 
• Lancelot had mapped his trail already, it was to lead him straight to where a herd of deer would be resting for the night. He had already devised a strategy to draw one unfortunate one out, it was left for Ziko to follow the trail, and earn him his deer.