Black and White and Red All Over

Manea found Alastor's disbelief at the description of the prey she had hunted absolutely hilarious and knew it would be even funnier to see the look on his face when he saw they were real. As soon as she was able to get him out onto the prairie to guide him to the herd of striped equines she did, waving a large paw toward them with a knowing grin as they creeped over the edge of a hill and looked down at the unsuspecting prey. She chuckled and gave a shrug when he questioned what they were, replying, "Not a clue, but they are pretty delicious." She certainly wouldn't mind bringing down another to take back with them. Now with five mouths to feed their hunting was serving more of a purpose than it once had when they were killing herds of animals simply for fun.

She hummed softly to his question of how they would go about their hunt, eyeing the herd curiously. She pointed out a small cluster of them toward the right of the herd that had wandered away slightly from the main group to reach some lusher patches of grass. "Those there, they would be easy to separate from the rest. They're pretty easy to keep down once they're knocked over, just got to keep an eye out for the legs." She turned her gaze back toward Alastor with a smirk, adding, "I'll run in and get them separated if you want to bring it down," knowing he would have absolutely no issue taking on that role.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny