hunting party

She showed him the way to the Plains, and he set to tracking immediately. The Alpha cast an amused expression in his direction, before doing the same. She put her nose to the ground, and found the track that he had, before looking up again at the vast expanse of the plains. This was always one of the best hunting grounds of Abaven, as the Thickets had been the best for herb growing, and the rapids was their water source and their heart.

It had been a while since she had found the time to hunt, she spent so much of her time looking after Abaven, learning to fight, running patrols, and chasing after her children. She had begun to rely on the hunters of her pack, but with their stores as low as they where, she knew she couldn’t continue to do so. It was just... her skills had once lay first in healing, but she had worked fighting up there, hunting had always been low, low priority and low as a skill.

Shaye followed after Benedict, trusting in his abilities, and getting low when he did. She followed him towards the warren in this manner, her large form managing to stay low, and she paused when he did, glancing over at him as he looked to her for direction. Well, then, if the hunter insisted. She smiled, a silent, toothy gesture before pointing her nose to the right and then to him. Next she pointed downwards, to herself, and to the left. They could come at the rabbits from either side and take down a different one each. If he had a better, more practised tactic, now would be the time to tell it. She mouthed ‘three’ and unless he stopped her, would begin the silent count down.