The sounds of the hunt were exhilarating, the sounds of paws beating against the earth in familiar rhythm, the barks and howls and yips of excitement, the rumble of their large prey fleeing from the flames and sharp teeth that would mean its demise. When the others began, Halcyone quickly fell into place, running along with the others, helping to drive the beast forward. It was a new sort of thrill for her, aiming for something so large and foreign, but with her position in this hunt it was easy for her to play her part. The take down would be different, but she was sure their plan was solid and they would all be eating well once they were done.
