Hold your Horses

The bunch made their decisions as to who would take which position. With a nod and a tug of her skull, she motioned for Halla to follow. She trusted that the others would do their part in driving the broken horse into their jaws.

As she neared the spot where the ambush would take place, Resin crept lower to the ground. She tested the wind, making sure that it was working in their favor, which it was. All that she and the other ambusher had to do now was find a proper place to lay in wait.

A few bushed on either side of the chute would serve. Resin settled herself behind one and assumed that Halla would know to settle behind the other. She relaxed, allowing her muscles to loosen. Soon enough they would be tight and working hard. Peeking above the bush, she searched for the others. As soon as they were in place, they could run the horses into her awaiting jaws.