Maybe, Maybe, Maaaybe

Stjarna listened carefully to Éldi's instructions as the older man asked her to race toward the elk and try to herd the wounded one toward him. It would be easier with more wolves but she felt like she could do it. It was sickly and slow and the mother seemed to have abandoned it to nature's wims already. She waited til the older hunter was in position then looked to his raven. When the bird croaked at her to go she slipped silently into the brush. Even if they just got them running the smaller one would be sure to fall behind but she was eager for the practice in trying to redirect an animal.

When she was close enough she sprang forward with a snarl, startling the animals and sending them scattering. Her focus was on the sickly one which she herded toward Éldi. It took some doing but she soon got into a rhythm of snapping at the elk and using her body to direct it in the opposite direction of her placement.


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