Lost in the crowd

As Varda offered Surreal the lead, the Archangel nodded, taking off at an easy, floating trot, tail raised above her hips in relaxed authority as she made her way toward a spot she knew the elk liked to parade through on their way from on end of the west to the other. She slowed as she reached the spot, head and tail dropping to a level with her spine, paws landing softly and silently. By the scent, the elk were present today. It was a perfect chance to evaluate the herd and take stock of potential targets for a hunt.

In a low voice, she said to Varda, "This is one of their favorite spots when they pass through the plains in spring. I wonder how many calves were born so far..." She slipped forward, lowering herself to her belly as the herd came within sight, silver coat, while not exactly blending in, still well patterned enough to help her mesh with the foliage. Her eyes scanned the herd, lighting on several likely targets; a cow with a limp, a few young calves gallivanting around the herd, while their mothers watched with anxious, whining bleats. There were a few with runny noses and dull eyes that didn't seem to have as much pep in their step, or as much interest in the grass as the rest, too.

As she finished her scan and evaluation, she tipped her head to watch Varda from the corner of her eye. "Any likely targets to your eye?" She asked as though she couldn't see any, but it was clear that this was a sort of impromptu test of Varda's skills.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think