Badru stayed silent and where he was, watching. These were the first deer he had spotted though he had seen the signs, and he wanted to see how they acted. They were on alert, but not overly nervous. Good. That meant they were not used to being hunted here. That meant both that they would be easier to catch, and that there would not be many predators to prey on the humans.
After a while of watching, Badru rose slowly. The deer noticed him, and all heads came up, their ears fanning out. Then they turned and started bounding away. They had no idea they needed to fear these humans, but they were not taking chances, either.
Badru looked down at Peter. "We do not have good weapons to hunt them yet, so we lay a trap," he told Peter. "Two traps, no more. Must not make them too afraid to come here." He started walking to where the deer had been. "In my village, there was a skill prized among my people. To outrun a deer. To run until it stops and looks at you and permits death."