[he watches as she hunkers down, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. he gazes at the gathering of deer in the grove before them. his eyes narrow at a rather large buck, before he shakes his head.]

That one's too big. [then he considers a small deer, but it seems cruel to take something that puny out.] But that one's too small. [he finally settles on a doe, medium in size. it'll do he decides as he points at it with his left index finger.] That's the one. With a notch in her ear.

I'm gonna crouch in that tall grass, bring her my way, eh?