A Nice Coating of Liquid Hwhite

Asla stirred up the herd, careful of the ones that flew up from behind. They could be quite dangerous. Horses, for example, would take any opportunity to crush their attackers. She wasn't sure if caribou were the same, but it was best to avoid that situation anyway. She ran and growled, eyes scanning the crowd for a decent target.

Up ahead a big male stumbled during its attempt to flee. The sound of its pain cut through thre thundering hooves and Asla altered her course. Coming up closer, she noted that the bucks leg had snapped and it was weakly hobbling away. A soft call to the ready of her hunting party alerted them to this prime, fat target.