snarl! snap!

Wren's eyes focused on the Delta's surface. She saw a delicious looking pig that would be good for a quick meal. With her lips licking, she approached through the frost covered grasses and toward the prey. It'd be a hassle to drag it all the way back to Armada, but practice made perfect. She could easily use the tusks and bones for something interesting. Maybe she'd craft some armour at last?

As if on cue, she noticed the woman. They seemed to be tracking the hog too. Wren caught her eyes with her blue depths, giving a nod of approval. If the woman wanted, she could help bring the pig down. She also did notice - this was the same wolf she saw with the skeleton weeks prior. Medusa, was her name? She couldn't remember for certain though. They belonged to a pack that was closer than Armada.

The brunette inched closer to the grazing hog, lowering herself to the snow and frozen muck. She wouldn't approach until Medusa cornered it on her end, not willing to risk the hog getting away.

"Speech"
181 WC / 2,500 needed
1/3 track and hunt medium prey (wild hog)
0/3 fight predator (jaguar)