Laugh it Up

Mæva grinned as Resin said she could join. She settled in, ears alert to what their plan would be and she couldn't wait to get started. Resin started to creep forward and Mæva also slunk down into the grasses, creeping forward with the older woman. She nodded at the plan. Run the prey down. She could do that and she was grateful for Resin's straight-forwardness. Elaborate hunting plans with half a dozen steps weren't really Mæva's style.

Resin leapt into action with the man close behind and Mæva bringing up the rear. She moved swiftly and as she saw the man move to the right of the animal, she shifted to move to the left. Though still a pup she was only half a season from being a yearling and was only a few inches shy of her adult height. She hoped she'd be big enough to help keep the pronghorn in line.