Lost in the crowd

The Archangel watched as Varda took a look at the herd, waiting patiently for the Destruction hunter to voice what she saw. Finally, Varda made note of the calves, and the injured cow. "Dea." she stated gently, before translating to common and continuing, " Good. There are also a few that look like they may have a respiratory illness. See how their eyes are dull, and they have less interest in the grass than the others? Sick animals like that are less alert, and can be easily driven astray from the herd. They can also spread illness through the herd, and weaken it."

She nodded to the dull eyed cows, three in total. "A weakened herd has less chance of surviving a harsh winter, and if they die off, that affects Celestial, as well as Argead. If we can nip that in the bud and take the sick ones before they can spread their illness, that leaves the rest to reproduce and make strong animals." A smile was cast to the Destruction woman before she turned to the strategy of a possible hunt. "Now, what would you say would be the best strategy for a hunt, these sick animals being our possible targets?" She watched the herd, while eyeing Varda from the corner of her eye to watch the white woman's expressions.

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