Ashe
(3)
The scent of the deer was tantalizing and mouth-watering, her energy shifting steadily into anticipation, excitement as she and Sunjata lead their small hunting party onward. Her ear flicked back now and then, listening to be sure Loren was following. Her shoulder would brush against Sunjata's leg when she spotted something new, her attention held firmly by the trail ahead.
A wide clearing could be seen ahead, the scent overpowering now. The black wolf lowered herself closer to the ground, her steps infinitely more careful as she crouched between the two men. She suppressed her growl of frustration, wishing she could just fucking talk to them like she could with other attuned. Instead she silently shifted, still crouched low, and she held herself perfectly still until she vanished entirely.
"If you can hit one of the big old stags, soldier, if he isn't downed right then, he'll be easier to section off from the heard when they run," she whispered to Sunjata, her voice hardly even there as she maintained her strange invisibility. "They won't protect another buck, especially a wounded one, and then he can be run down. They'll be concerned with themselves, the herd. Just make sure I know which one I'm running down." She still didn't move, and would wait for the exact right moment to shift for the chase - if one was indeed needed. "How would you feel about summoning a few extra wolves, Loren?"
The scent of the deer was tantalizing and mouth-watering, her energy shifting steadily into anticipation, excitement as she and Sunjata lead their small hunting party onward. Her ear flicked back now and then, listening to be sure Loren was following. Her shoulder would brush against Sunjata's leg when she spotted something new, her attention held firmly by the trail ahead.
A wide clearing could be seen ahead, the scent overpowering now. The black wolf lowered herself closer to the ground, her steps infinitely more careful as she crouched between the two men. She suppressed her growl of frustration, wishing she could just fucking talk to them like she could with other attuned. Instead she silently shifted, still crouched low, and she held herself perfectly still until she vanished entirely.
"If you can hit one of the big old stags, soldier, if he isn't downed right then, he'll be easier to section off from the heard when they run," she whispered to Sunjata, her voice hardly even there as she maintained her strange invisibility. "They won't protect another buck, especially a wounded one, and then he can be run down. They'll be concerned with themselves, the herd. Just make sure I know which one I'm running down." She still didn't move, and would wait for the exact right moment to shift for the chase - if one was indeed needed. "How would you feel about summoning a few extra wolves, Loren?"
which one of us will wear the bigger bruises
when the war is done?
