Come on, girls, are you ready to play?

Identification heard of a hunt for the pack that Redrum was hosting, someone she had not meant yet of course. She heard his call however commanding he was, Identification was a natural at hunting and this would allow the other hunters to see this. To take this in. She turned her emerald gaze to the brute as he spoke. A nod of an agreement. The night was young and promising, they would feed the pack, and she was apart of it.

Replaying the yearlings voice within her mind 'The bull is ours.' He did seem skillfull, but a bull was much harder, they'd have to watch the movements and the defensive stance that the bull would show. However, the good thing is the wind was in the partys favor. A smirk played along her lips as she noticed Enyo and gave a nod of her own skull.

They were all stalking, waiting patiently for the time to strike. The bisons scent thick as Fic watched carefully. Identification was ready, she trusted the patience she had. But also the thrill of the hunt was always haunting, always a leason to learn from. To reply within the mind later on. Thinking of what could have been different. Or what could be improved.

Life was like that. Constantly teaching lessons for any that paid attention. The sandy woman lurked and watched everything. The way the herd moved in and out of streams of light casted down from the moon, then towards the bull who kept pushing the herd further and further. Fic would stalk closer, her movements calculated and careful. Her eyes turning between the duo and then the bull.