GOD MORGEN! - PACK HUNT!
11-07-2015, 03:30 PM
Katja kept her eyes on the pack as they filtered in, making note of their interactions, making note of the mood. It was not a good one, some wolves irritable and snappish and others dull and unresponsive. The thrall had appeared, but she chewed constantly at some wad of herbs in her cheeks and while she didn't appear to be acting outright hostile towards pack members it seemed more a product of her complete self-absorption than any sort of subservience towards her betters. There was a certain dullness to her every movement that Katja found distasteful - it smacked of drugs and laziness.
Inga was quick to take the young wolves in hand as they appeared, and gave her orders for them without an excess of quibbling on the matter. Katja remained at an objective distance as the hunters approached the herd, with them but slightly apart from them, drifting on a yaw toward the outside of the group so that she could watch them as she loped along with them. Inga's concern was for the hunt; Katja's was for the pack. A bark signaled a flurry of motion, and the viking-alpha put on a burst of speed, swinging around the outside of the herd like a sheepdog to drive them in the same direction rather than allowing them to scatter needlessly before the elder woman could deduce a target. She kept her ears flicked back, awaiting the hunt-leader's order, listening for the individual pawsteps of her pack.
Inga was quick to take the young wolves in hand as they appeared, and gave her orders for them without an excess of quibbling on the matter. Katja remained at an objective distance as the hunters approached the herd, with them but slightly apart from them, drifting on a yaw toward the outside of the group so that she could watch them as she loped along with them. Inga's concern was for the hunt; Katja's was for the pack. A bark signaled a flurry of motion, and the viking-alpha put on a burst of speed, swinging around the outside of the herd like a sheepdog to drive them in the same direction rather than allowing them to scatter needlessly before the elder woman could deduce a target. She kept her ears flicked back, awaiting the hunt-leader's order, listening for the individual pawsteps of her pack.
