I got a wildcard up my sleeve

Birna noticed the hesitation but Jynn moved to get into position and she let it slide, hoping the woman had the guts for the hunt ahead. This was the risk with hunting larger prey. The more meat the greater the risk in getting it unless you were a luck scavenger. That was what Birna had learned. As Jynn moved below the herd Birna positioned herself above it. She stalked carefully, pausing when the markhor would pause to take in their surroundings. Guelder called out his battle cry, it was time to begin. Birna leapt down, running toward the markhor while using her large tail for balance as she navigated down toward the animals. They scattered and she fixed on the nearest female, a young doe that was diving gracefully downard but not with the momentum of the cat. Birna seized its hindquarters with her fangs, it kicked and flailed and as she tried to get her paws up she felt herself slip as both of the slid, tumbling down. Birna swore as she lost her grip. "Jynn!"

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