Rush of Evening

Aslatiel · (This post was last modified: 09-27-2020, 02:37 PM by Aslatiel.)

Aslatiel continued to run. She cut through the herd, her presence alone pushing the various elk aside from their target. The strong pushed ahead while the weak fell behind. An old doe was almost as slow as the injured buck, but one bite to its haunch sent it spiraling away. Then only the intended prey was in sight. The others all pulled their weight well. Purple eyes shifted to keep her hunting mates within sight. It was good to know where they were. You had to be prepared for anything during a hunt.

Putting on a little burst of speed, Asla bit into the heel of the one-antlered elk. It's running pulled her forward, but she'd done a bit of damage. Soon the leader of the hunt bit into the injured heel and the bull tumbled, slamming hard onto its chest. Another body was on its back, so Asla did what she could. Sliding around the side, the girl slammed her weight into the side of the elk's neck, trying to slam it prone onto the ground and hopefully jamming its antlers into the earth beneath.

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