Haydée calmly waits beside Wilder, silently waiting for his instructions on what they will be doing for this hunt. As the male speaks, the young woman dips her head in acknowledgement as she says, “It will be done.” They slink through the underbrush, leaving the grazing impalas none the wiser to their presence as they carefully align themselves for the greatest chance at success. Then comes the moment to run and the smaller Hay is off like a shot, galloping headlong through the long-legged ungulates, as she carefully weaves her wave through the panicking beasts.
Snapping and snarling, the shorter wolf helps to alarm the prey and stir up their natural instinct to flee from predators as she moves. Out of the corner of her eye, Haydée spies Wilder circling around the behind the old impala that freezes amid the chaos that unfolds. Slipping up to its front, the shorter wolf launches herself at its face, snapping at the tender flesh of its cheek as she attempts to grab and hold its attention so that the male has time to take down the beast.
Blood blooms underneath the impala’s eye and it tosses its head to the side and back while striking out at her with its hooves. But Haydée is water, flowing effortless backward out of harm’s way as Wilder appears and jumps on the creature’s shoulder. Quickly, Hay rushes forward, ready to pin the horned head and keep it from hurting the man as he seeks to take its life.
"Haydée Kedieo"
"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
Haydée has a male northern cardinal named Chanson and a female fossa named Manon. They are always close by.
Bard
