northern attitude
event large prey hunt
Identification
Memory
Master Intellectual (250)
Intermediate Hunter (40)
2 Years
Female
78
Disaster
| Winter nights, we sang in tune Identification didn't like the fact that Medusa was out instead of relaxing with the whole pregnancy, but the woman was glad to see The Wraith up and about. It gave the cream woman more sense of respect for the bone queen. The plan was soon laid out as Identification looked towards the wolf of ivory, then towards the last one to show up. Giving a brief nod. Identification known to be awfully careful around the hooves of the beast and those horns. Snow and ice crunching under her own frame, her lips curling up as a low growl rumbled out. She had to protect that of Medusa and her unborn young. That was her task at hand now. Although Identification understood Medusa felt the need to protect the home she had made. It was still an act that may cause her to get injured. Identification's emerald pools landed upon the musk ox, scanning it as she went full force towards the mammal. Ears pinned back tightly blocking any other sound. Listening to her own heart thump with excitement and wonder. Knowing all to well to not go after a area that was already opened due to a wound. Twin harks flick forward quickly. "Tire it out!" The woman called out. Sure it would take a while, but it would allow them time also. She didn't know if it carried madness within it's mind. What else would cause it to be acting completely out of character? That's when Medusa's companions went in for the attack, Identification followed suit. Twisting her frame so she'd slide the rest of the way towards a hind leg across from the masculine that first took notice to the musk ox. Her jaws snapping at the powerful legs, hoping to land a bite or a few.. Hunting on the ice was much more harder than one would think and that could always not work in their favors, but soon the taste of blood formed where teeth had connected.
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