Boneweary

*Aranya* · 12-03-2013, 06:38 PM

Aranya noted the change in her companions voice, but said nothing, now was not the time for that. The girl's plan was logical, and she was in no mood to be gored or crushed by an errant hoof. And elk was a big, powerful creature, even in the depths of winter. She rolled her neck and shoulders, loosening up before the run. Adrenaline began to move through her limbs, reinvigorating her and washing her weariness away with the crisp mountain wind. "I'll help you start the chase, for the ruse, but I'll peel off once they're separated. Try to herd it towards me, I should be able to bring it down. Stay close, just in case." If she was leading, well, then she would lead.

As she left the mountain trail, the gravel path became peat and leaf litter and pine needles. Snow still piled against tree trunks but it was a thin layer elsewhere, easy to walk through, easy to keep your breathing level. Aranya stalked through the shadows, relying on her and her companions light colored coats for camouflage. Finally, they had come to the edge of the tree line, and the meadow stretched out before them, the elk grazing perhaps two hundred lengths away on the far side. Aranya turned towards chill and whispered, "If you're the runner, we'll move on your mark. Whenever you're ready." Aranya waited for her mark.

Speech,Thoughts,

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