Hunting Can Be Fun

Keahi broke from cover first and Lyre was right on the red woman's heels. With Keahi on one side and the striped fae on the other, they pushed the injured caribou out and away from the rest of the scattering herd. Their target tried to follow and Lyre snarled, snapping at the ungulates heels, though carefully. She didn't want to get kicked in the face.

The pair ran across the snow covered wood, hot on the heels of their target. Steam poured from the caribou's wide nostrils and from Lyre's parted jaws as well. Hooves thundered off-canter due to the wounded leg of the caribou and it was tiring quickly. A little more push and they would have it winded and too weak to fight them off.

"Lyre"