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Poe



Manea

Elysium
Advisor

Expert Fighter (204)

Master Hunter (260)

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age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
91
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
608
player
Shelby

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09-19-2021, 09:44 PM
Manea glanced between the two men as they both seemed to agree on the option of stealthily taking down - one in favor for the safety of their son and the other because of the long travel he had already endured today. She nodded in agreement easily to the decision. Either would have been fine by her, though she did always love a good, bloody chase. This late at night and with a pup in tow stealth was most certainly the most reasonable option. She gave Poe an additional nod to the suggestion of two of them bringing her down like the rest made the killing blow. "I like it. Poe, you and I can do the take down. Alastor, you can make the killing blow... with Sara's help," she replied, giving her son a little grin, knowing he'd enjoy getting the chance to sink those sharp little puppy teeth into its flesh even if he wasn't making the real kill himself.

She got to her paws at Alastor's motion with his paw and began creeping down to where the caribou lay waiting, the herd woefully unaware of the predators coming for them. She hung behind Poe as he made the path through the grass until he broke away from her to start circling around their target to block her path of escape. She turned and went the opposite direction, leaving Alastor facing the oblivious cow as she went around to her other side, the three wolves forming a triangle of sorts around the caribou. As soon as Poe was in position she gave him a nod from across the clearing and then waited for the brief moment he needed to dart forward and slam his heavier form into the large prey animal's legs without the cow noticing her first and causing trouble. As soon as he made impact with the cow she leapt out of her hiding spot and hooked her claws deep into its neck, using her weight to finish pulling the caribou to the ground so that she and her cousin could keep it pinned. Her tiger like claws were already hooking into vital arteries and veins so given enough time she imagined they could probably manage the creature on their own, but why would they when her hunter of a husband was there to finish off the job?

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