Bye Son

Manea nodded in agreement with the summary of their plan and was about to head off with her eagerness to get their hunt started, but paused when he stopped to tell her to be careful. She grinned and chuckled at that, returning his kiss. "Same goes to you, my daredevil." He was the one that was always landing himself in some kind of dangerous situation on their hunts, but his worry was adorable and she didn't want to discourage it. She knew she was one of the very few things in his life that he genuinely worried about and was probably the only thing before their children were born. With their tasks decided, she broke off to the left to start snaking her way through the tall grasses, keeping low and out of sight as she moved closer to the heard.

They were easier to approach than she expected. At one point as she neared the point where she could begin her chase, one of the bulls spotted her movement and she froze in the grasses, but after a long stare from the bull his head turned away again. Clearly they weren't smart creatures which would make her job easier and harder all at once. It told her that she was going to be able to get pretty close, but she would really need something noticeable to get them running. With a thoughtful flick of her tail she continued on until she was less than a dozen feet from the closest bison. She sat and watched them for a moment as she put together a plan, a grin pulling at her lips.

With her muscles coiled, she sprung forward and darted in low and fast toward a cow that was near to the calves they were targeting. She very nearly got to her target before she was noticed, the herd shifting and shuffling uneasily. She ducked behind the cow in question and bit hard on its back leg, making it bellow with pain and immediately start running in the opposite direction to get away from her attacker. Manea darted out of the way just as quickly, Ciemny and Temno being her extra eyes and calling down to her from up above to alert her of the near by stampeding bison until she was out of the thick of the herd. Skidding and pivoting to get behind the biggest bulk of the adults she started snarling and growling as she chased after them, biting at their heels to keep them moving as they created more distance between them and the calves that couldn't quite keep up with them.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny