As they got closer, he angled his wings upwards and flapped to gain enough altitude to look relatively small in the sky. His sharp eyes scanned the shores of the lake, a small brown shape catching his attention. There were little clouds in the sky to provide cover, they would have to decend quick enough to get close enough to make the kill, without alerting the deer. It was a tricky operation. "You think we can make it?" He asked Vita, his eyes narrowed with excitment at the prospect of a challenge.