i laugh in the face of... quicksand?

It'd been a long while since she'd participated in a large group hunt, and Kiela was happy to follow rather than to lead. When it came to taking down one of her beloved caribou she wasn't sure she'd be able to loosen the reigns and let anyone else take control but that was a problem for her future self. Today she would simply do as she was instructed and help take down this strange prey animal - she'd never heard of such a thing, and she was intrigued at what sort of beast they'd be trying to bring down.

She nodded solemnly at Celeste's instructions, grateful that it seemed their plan was that they had no real plan at all. Kiela very nearly grinned at the thought. This terrain was hardly familiar to her either, so it was bound to be an interesting hunt, to say the least. She knew the wolves of Heiðinn had been carefully selected though and she did not fear they were inept. Allowing them all to think on their own and trusting they'd reach a successful outcome was important, and Kiela appreciated that trust. She gladly trailed along with the group, itching to get started but not revealing any of that restlessness.