No time to think of consequences
01-19-2022, 02:18 AM
She followed him northeast, keeping up easily with his swift pace as they moved through the tall grasses to try and hide their forms a bit as they got closer. Her legs bent as she crouched alongside Úlfr, moving much more slowly to get into position. The very tip of her head peeked out to watch the herd of caribou to see if she could spot a calf hidden amongst the adults. It took a bit of searching, but eventually the smaller form ambled into view, none the wiser than soon, if the two wolves were lucky, it would become their next meal. She had no remorse for the calf, as this was simply how life worked, and was even salivating at the prospect of tearing into its tender flesh. At Úlfr's loud bark she sprung forth from their hiding spot, shifting off to the right to put a bit of distance between the two wolves so that none of the caribou would even think of trying to turn back around once the passage began to narrow. The calf was near the middle of the herd as they bolted away from the wolves, but hopefully it would lag behind the rest and leave itself open to be easily picked off. The two ravens swooped down on the caribou, heckling and harassing them further southwards. They made good hunting companions, and she decided she would definitely find one for herself. Hunting 1/3 |
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