They Say Be Afraid

Manea certainly enjoyed a good day of work as long as their was a decent pay off at the end of it and she certainly hoped that this would be the case here. Moving around the stones at Duchess' direction had been easy enough since they were all a family of very large wolves for the most part, though she still appreciated the bit of a break that came once the traps were in their places. She was a tall and strong woman, but she wasn't the heavily built wolf that Alastor or Poe was. Once Duchess gathered them back together again, she came to settle next to Saracyn to hear out the plan that their guest had come up with. Her brows lifted with interest when she heard the target that Duchess had picked, an intrigued grin pulling at her lips. She had never hunted a rhino before since getting through that tough skin and dodging that huge horn usually seemed like more effort than it was worth, but she appreciated that Duchess came to them with a challenge. Since they had a large group to hunt with they might as well take advantage of it and have some fun. She gave Saracyn a grin when he was given the honor of the final blow, giving his shoulder a little nudge with her own. It was still hard to believe that he was now a yearling and practically matching her in height. He and Avacyn both grew so fast and had grown into wonderful young adults. With any luck this time next year she'd see her first litter reach their second birthdays and her next becoming a yearling as well.

"Manea Mendacium"