The Greatest [PACK HUNT AND GATHERING]

Karabela glided along the ridge as she followed her niece, her movements swift and silent. She was excited to see what her pack could manage even if they were a smaller gathering for now and their prey a most difficult and tricky quarry. Raba would watch Dag's body language taking in the movements and gestures as the girl signaled her to move to the right and herd the prey towards them. Raba moved carefully, her sleek body low to the ground as she wove her way through the rocky terrain pausing now and then as se felt the herds eyes on her. Thankfully her coat seemed like snow on rock and she hoped it would hide her well enough. When she was certain that the animals mistook her for some benign piece of nature she continued on her way until she was in position. Then she would wait. Once Nia and the others were in position she would focus on her niece. It was difficult to see the girl but soon enough she pinpointed those emerald eyes and with a nod of the girls head Karabela would spring forward with a battle cry, diving into the herd and sending the goats scattering, her golden gaze fixed on their injured target as it leapt towards the waiting pair.

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