The Greatest [PACK HUNT AND GATHERING]
11-05-2016, 03:25 PM
ooc: I'm going to be on absence for a bit so next round due Nov 16!
Dagmær moved quickly but carefully through the terrain and motioned for the others to do the same. Mountain goats were more sure-footed than wolves. If they sensed danger they would bolt and that would be the end of the hunt and she wanted to e sure she didn't send any loose rocks scattering down and alerting the prey to their presence. Slinking along she slipped and curved around the rocky terrain until at last she came to one of the creeks that flowed through the mountains, it was shallower than it might have been in the spring when fresh snow melt would no doubt send it rushing down to the steppe. Gathered around the river were a herd of about a dozen mountain goats and she slipped behind a boulder, working to keep herself covered as she crept closer, eyes scouring the herd. There! She spied a male with a slight limp. Waiting for the others to get into place she would gesture toward the wounded male who drinking from the stream and on the side of the herd closest to the wolves. Fearful that speaking might give away their position she would gesture for Nia to circle around to their left, Karabela to their right so that the pair could drive the goat toward Qualm and Dag who would lie in wait while still being alert should the creature veer off course. Walk, "Talk" Think |