It wasn't much of a hunt if half of Threar hadn't showed up. Her eyes searched through the bodies for Herne, who had not arrived. Was that all? Were six wolves able to cope with such a hunt?
The girl listened intently as her mother explained the process of pack hunts. It was different from her previous Draft hunt, but she understood this was a larger and more difficult task. She slowly approached her mother, as if to gather in their smaller team. She flashed a glance to Aslan, who had unfortunately been paired with Legend. She rubbed those thoughts from her head and concentrated on the hunt. Her mind was blank. She understood the plan but the fear of messing up along the way haunted her emotions. Steering a weak deer away from a herd seemed the most risky, serious yet important part of a hunt. There was so much responsibility and caution, was there even time for mistakes? However, on the other hand, she wanted to contribute towards the hunt instead of being useless.
