Caribooooooooo

Marrow

Marrow was starting to get the hang of stalking. It had taken some doing. Usually she was so eager to get to the chase she often gave herself away but this time she moved carefully and deliberately. She kept low, keeping to the few patches of snow that remained beneath the shadows of the pines. This way she could better hide herself.

Thankfully she didn't have to wait long for the chase to begin. Coran started them off and soon all three were chasing after a small group of caribou. The group was headed toward the broken pine, the sickly one starting to slow. Marrow snapped at its heels. At one point her fangs grazed one of its hind legs, causing it to stumble but still it kept going. Almost there!