Hunting Can Be Fun

Had Keahi not seen her and invited her out to hunt, Lyre would never have left the territory. She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to be leaving, but it seemed better for her cover story if she went along with others when they needed help. If she was punished for leaving the Col, so be it.

The long legged fae wasn't made for winter. She was as slender as wolves came and was built for running across plains rather than braving the chill of winter. Perhaps she would have to ask Azure for a cloak. Or make a kill and try to make her own cloak. She wasn't well versed with skinning and processing hides, but she was sure that someone in the pack could help her with it.

Lyre and Keahi picked their was across the wood on the trail of caribou. The red woman jumped up to peer around one of the trees and soon rejoined Lyre on the ground, confirming that there were caribou up ahead. After Keahi questioned her, Lyre took a moment, then spoke in her quiet, even tones. "I'm built for running. We can choose a target and run it down. Bringing down a single caribou between the two of us should be simple." At least she hoped so. With a nod, Lyre quietly skirted around the tree to spy the herd. There was an older cow that limped as she walked. The striped woman motioned to Keahi, indicating their target.

"Lyre"