Dead Love Couldn't Go No Further, Proud Of And Disgusted By Her...
Valdís was sore and in an ill mood when she woke up in her den. After a run in with that wackadoodle Pyralis and being chased halfway across the country by a dammed bear she'd had about as much adventure as she cared to have for the summer! Oh wait…. it was the first day of autumn now wasn't it? Valdís groaned loudly. When she heard Chaos' howl she groaned even more loudly but if she had to admit it she was terribly hungry.
Swiftly Valdís was out of her den and moving, fueled by the hunger gnawing at her belly and giving mobility to limbs that would otherwise have protested quite loudly. Scrambling higher up she wondered what on earth Chaos was hunting. It had to be mountain goats or mountain sheep. Ack… couldn't be anything simple, could it? She noticed Chaos' companions first, swooping and diving at a ewe that was obviously the target. Nearby she spied her other packmates grouping in for an attack. Oh perfect! She was the last one… as usual.
Too far away to hear what the plan was she just did her best to play herd dog. After all, she was below the ewe. The least she could do was to help Ruthgar chase it back up or cause it to stumble. She opted for the later. With wolves above and below the ewe was sure to starting sprinting along the side and giving them all the run of their lives.
Valdís shifted her positioning, rather than aiming to come straight up at it she took off to the creatures right, leaving Ruthgar to guard to the left as she angled herself in and up at a 45 degree angle. She'd grown up in a canyon. Navigating he rocky terrain wasn't much of a problem and she dove for the ewe, sending it farther up as it twisted away to avoid her jaws. Even at her best the creature was more nimble than her but it was wounded and one slip up was all the ewe needed to make for this hunt to be in the bag. Valdís shifted higher up, eyeing the panting creature with her emerald gaze. She'd pulled back as the ewe had bounded higher up. She was shifting her weight, balancing precariously as she eyed their prey, searching for an opening or signal from the others on to what exactly the plan was. They didn't want to give the ewe to much time to catch her breath.
