Tattered flags unfurled

Punctually, she rose to her paws and swung her head in a gesturing movement for Frost to follow. The twins had carried their task ahead by locating a herd of goats of which her brother had sensibly chosen the easiest target. Judging by her father's bold grin, it was the correct one (not that she was envious of her brother's success). She wasn't too keen on seeing any creature injured, especially with a missing horn like this particular goat did, but she knew the only way to provide the pack with food was to hunt down the weakest member of a herd. How her cousins planned of separating the injured goat from the rest of its group or at least distracting the others remained a mystery in her mind, which was why she fortunately hadn't been given the runner position. Their course of action was clueless to her. She would observe the scene, hoping to pry out some useful running tactics from her cousins all while she focused on her role on taking the animal down.

"It'll be best if we take it down as quickly as possible while avoiding the legs if it tries to retaliate." So far she hadn't been of much productivity in the hunt, which is why she added in some advice so she could be of use. To be honest, she was trying her best, even if it wasn't time to play her role just yet.

"Speech"