Hey, did we order this dinner to go?

*Artemis* · (This post was last modified: 04-03-2017, 07:30 PM by Artemis.)

Artemis was picking her way carefully among the jagged rocks, a pair of snowshoe hare dangling from her jaws. They had not yet grown their pure winter coats, and had been a bit difficult to find among the rocks, and three more had escaped her than she had caught. Oh well, it would be enough a bit of a meal for whoever wanted them. She had her sights trained on another yet when Chaos' howl rang out, much closer than she might have guessed. In fact, it was close enough to spook her quarry. She let out a frustrated sigh, but it sounded like the Boss had found something interesting, and she was more than willing to divert her planned activities for the day if it meant lending a bit of aid. She cast one last glance over her shoulder to make sure the two hare she had caught so far were safely stowed out of sight from any other scavengers. Satisfied, she turned and made her way towards Chaos as quickly as she could.

It was obvious enough to see what he'd gotten himself into. One wounded sheep was pinned to the mountainside, under the constant harassment of the bossman's birds. Ruthgar was running alongside the damned thing, but he didn't seem intent on making a lunge for it any time soon, and Artemis got the distinct idea that he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He pulled ahead of the ewe, and with a scatter of scree she balked, trying to turn back the way she'd come and escape the male. Far more nimble on her tiny hooves than Ruthgar, Artemis was fairly certain she'd succeed. The nebulous fae trotted up closer to Chaos, perhaps twenty feet further down the slope than he. "Getting our exercise in for the day, are we?" She watched Ruthgar with interest, a spark of strange humor in her eyes. She settled in behind a boulder just large enough to conceal her vibrant form from the ewe's keen eyes. "I think I'll hop in, if you don't mind. Not that Ruthy here doesn't have it all under control," she murmured sardonically under her breath. "He's turned it at least. We could ambush her if she comes close enough, or at least take over for him if not." Her suggestion was quiet, and quick. She would seek his approval before acting of course, not wanting to move rashly if Chaos had other plans. The sheep was weakened, and she wondered which of them had done it. Based on the frustration evident in every quivering hair on Chaos' body, she had a good guess.

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