Racing Stripes
Hunt seasonal - Kara
After having reached her cousin in the West Thyri was determined to explore more of these foreign lands. She absolutely despised the endless expanses of sand. The woman was undoubtedly a fan of colder climates with beautiful Evergreen forests and rolling hills. But, she was going along with Víðarr's plan for the time being. If that meant suffering through the West, then she would. That being said she would fill most of her free time escaping the sand and seeing what other areas may have to offer. Perhaps if she found a region bountiful enough she could convince her cousin to relocate. Sand was replaced by dirt. But, the redeeming factor of this region was the fact that she was staring at a Zebra. Blue eyes stared at the creature with complete desire. That pelt would make for such a delightful cape or decor for her den. Thyri was low to the ground behind a large tree, peeking from the side of it. She was sure these creatures usually roamed in herds so it was rather odd there was only one in sight. That most likely meant it was a straggler. As she moved to hide behind a shrub movement to her right caught her attention. Thyri squinted in the direction of a large male Wolf off in the distance. He was seemingly tracking the Zebra as well. There were pro's and con's to this. She would help taking it down, but she'd then be obligated to share with him. Thyri did not share well. But, having help would secure the catch. If she tried alone, and failed, she'd have nothing. Which was most definitely worse. Thyri glanced to the Zebra to make sure it paid no mind as she slipped to the tree closer to the stranger. In a very low voice the babe spoke, "Let's take it down." Now that she was closer she could see her new hunting partner was old but if he took the time to track the Zebra it likely meant he was capable enough to hunt so she paid his age little mind. Her attention was back on their target. "I can chase if you can finish." She was younger and likely faster. If he could land a good final blow they could do the damn thing. WC: 652/1,500
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