Racing Stripes

The stranger agreed and the babe offered a small nod in return. That was that, they were going to work together to take this beasty down. Thyri followed the older male's instruction and silently moved behind, listening to the plan. A rather solid plan at that. With age came wisdom, proven here. Her eyes remained locked on the Zebra as she moved but she also remained mindful of any twigs or leaves below her paws. She wouldn't want to ruin their hunt with a premature startle. "Good idea." Her voice remained, wanting to remain quiet but also compliment his strategy.

When they were both in position Thyri thought of his warning. Eyes moved to her prey's hooves and she considered how painful it would be to take one of those to the face. She'd definitely have to be careful. When they were in their places Thyri tossed the male a small nod from a distance. After that she was off. The Trygg fae darted at the Zebra with loud snapping fangs. Instantly the Zebra trotted in the opposite direction, towards the older hunter. She was very careful to remain a good distance away as to not catch one of those hooves.

WC: 1,161/1,500