Hunting Is My Game
wicked
Cooperative
05-05-2024, 07:39 PM
Unfriendly on a good day, and too cold to even call this one average-- good fucking luck. Whatever, par for the course when it comes to life up north. Not like it would stop Riot from complaining, but that's good enough. Ears laid flat against her skull, hackles up, shoulders rolled forward and hunched beneath the coat she'd stolen from Kaino. Good enough. Head low to the ground, she picks up the pronghorn scent easily. Carefully tracking over the barren, snowy ground. Gaze scanning, slipping across the landscape-- she's not the only one hunting and she's not the only one after this herd. Cold gaze resting on her cousin with little more than an nod. Iscariot will operate only on the assumption that he sees, as she takes off after the herd. Cutting herself amongst them, creating chaos in an instant. If they're scattered and scrambling, at least one will fall-- her target will designate itself. From there, they can strike. "Riot"---"Kai"
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