At the other femme's cloying words, she was off. Adrenaline buzzed in her veins, the high of the hunt already starting to set into her nervous system. "I'll begin," she called gently, a hungered edge in her tone. Her paws moved quick. "Children seem to have trouble keeping up sometimes, anyway."
Seeing as Nephthys was taking the right flank, Leera nosed her way left. Ahead, the herd didn't seem to spot them just yet. She kept her head down, ears flat against her head so as not to draw any unwanted attention from those hulking, baleful-eyed beasts. If all went well, the weakest link would fall behind and then it'd be their chance.
But, of course, the two wolves couldn't go undetected for long. Elk seemed to be rather paranoid creatures, and the low, fretful moan of an elder buck alerted the others of the danger. They started to panic. "Now!" In a frenzy, Leera burst through the snow, starting to run after the fleeing elk.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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