Saga had retreated long ago to the solitude of her own mind. It was safer to stay unattached to others, to keep the company of few and to remain hidden in the shadows for as often as possible. She'd already hurt enough for a lifetime, and she had decided she wouldn't endure any more pain. She watched, silent as a mouse, as Akemi dished out tasks for the hunters. Her tail would twitch once in pleasure at being paired with Eirik and being put as runners for the hunt, for there was no one she would rather work with. She would offer Akemi a meek nod of acknowledgement at the orders she was given. It would be up to she and Eirik to run the deer down while the others closed in from the sides.
Saga nearly flinched when she felt Eirik nudge her shoulder. The touch was surprising, but not entirely unwelcome and she would turn to follow him without hesitation, eventually loping forward a bit more to move at his side. If they were to simply run straight at their target, they would end up tired and hungry.. and likely without a meal. "One of the lame ones," she'd answer, her voice void of much emotion, her gaze focused as she eyed the herd from a distance. "If we have some scout a bit ahead and come in from both sides, it should be an easy kill." ..though only if the lame male was as slow as Akemi seemed to assume.
