She does watch her paws, freezing when he freezes, and then very carefully creeping through the undergrowth on the upwind side of the buck. The smell isn't as enticing here, and she can think more clearly.

The creature's head comes up and it looks almost directly at her but she is the same color as the leaf litter, and keeps her eyes downturned. She does not even breathe until it goes back to grazing.

She crouches down, quivering with restraint, her body poised like a nocked arrow, ready to let fly. Finally in position, she looks to him, waiting his signal.