Born to Run

Lucretia was still feeling a little antsy about the situation but she knew that Bourbon would protect her and their unborn children with his life. They hashed out the details of the hunt quickly in a business-like manner that she deeply appreciated. No arguing over who-got-what, just a cleanly cut deal. Nodding to herself and trying to rally her bravery, she took off on Aerndis' heels after the herd. There was no way she'd be as quick on her feet so the shamyn took to yipping, yelling, howling, and generally making as much noise as she possibly could to startle the herd. Predictably the animals began to stampede away from the pair of growling females, the weaker and younger ones lagging just a little bit behind. Perfect.