cleaving through flesh

Her ears flicked to that of Neio's as she listened to the male speak, a low snarl grumbled in her chest as she narrowed her hue's upon him, was he so silly? there was only four wolves, yes it was a good number, but to go for a stag was suicide, with mating season so close the male elf would be more temperamental and not to add to the fact that the antelers of the stag would be grown more, flicking her tail in annoyance she rose upon her appendages.Well excuse me for not wanting to be shiskabobed(sp?), Does it not seem more logical to go for a doe? with mating season the bull will be fighting and other things to worry about gives the perfect advantage point for us It wasn't that the girl was scared of hunting, oh no she lived for it however she looked at things in a more logical manner after all four wolves could easily bring down a doe while the stag was defending its domain. Shifting her weight she sighed softly as she sundered towards the male and circled him, allowing her tail to caress his side as she moved she kept her eyes upon himTrust me one this one, The last thing we need is for someone to get wounded, that will lessen our changes for... well.. whom knows She purred softly before she stopped at his side allowing her pelt to clash with his in a mix and white and black as she waited-