Chaco huffs with unsettled shuffling of his feet as the horse is the first to notice the movement. The native man reaches down, brushing his hand across the glistening, soft hair of the steed.

"Shh....tsk, tsk..." Achak clicks his tongue a few times, a sound meant to soothe his steed as his own eyes remain in the direction of the sudden movement in the brush. It may be a wolf...its been a long time since Achak has been able to defend himself from such a creature. Perhaps he can bring back the coat of the beast.

Internally, he groans. As much as a little excitement is a desirable thing, hunting for wild deer was not meant to turn into a fight with a wolf pack...at least not while he is hunting alone.

Then again, the sound coming from within the forest brush doesn't sound big enough to be a wolf...