He’s sort of a crooked tree, we’ll send him to Washington

Marrow

Marrow's head whipped around at the cough but she immediately relaxed when she realized it was Coran. She'd hunted with the man a few times now and nodded. Now they were getting a real hunting party going. Her ears twitched at the sound of rustling in the grass and she looked up as she spied the familiar, colorful girl she'd hunted with as well. Oh this would be fun! She grinned and nodded. "Sure, the more the merrier. I'm not big on fancy plans. I say let's all rush it, try and get it to run and stumble. If we approach from its left side we can maybe drive it across the prairie dog colony." Day by day Marrow was growing more confident in her hunting abilities but even so she wasn't the most strategic of hunters. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and she swiftly stalked forward, getting as close as she dared before bursting forward with a snarl toward their prey.