The Saxe woman travels North again, her head up and her ears to the wind. The Polar Sound has become a place she enjoys lingering; it is a suitable place to hunt and kill, and both things suit her just fine. Auriga currently has her nostrils full of the smell of something rare-- a female ram, deep in season, who is coated with the blood of a challenger male who could not quite make it. She tracks the smell of both of them with her tail high, her muzzle twisting into a smug, pleased smile before she detects that their paths part ways-- the wounded male has apparently given up his pursuit. With a low, dark laugh, Auriga shakes her coat and follows the male ram's scent, because she can sense his weakness. Well-- of course she can. He's a man, after all, even if he is just a ram, lacking her intellect and ability. Men, she knows, are easily tempered things, creatures of habit in ways that Auriga could never have allowed herself to become. But, well. She loves her uncle, and her brothers, despite their many flaws. They are Saxes -- they are family. Auriga sees the ram stop-- she drifts from the brush, unafraid of it, growling low in her throat to menace the ram and make him whirl on her. Yeah. He's wounded, alright -- part of his face is torn, hanging skin-and-flesh. "Auriga"

Moira was famished, but she hated having to hunt for herself. Her parents had forced her to learn in case they ever died. But she hated the physical effort it took to do it. And that by the end of the hunt her fur was always covered in blood and dirt. Which simply appalled the girl.

But here she stood, alone with her stomach growling. Begrudgingly she admitted she might just have to throw away her appearance for her appetite. With a huff she closed her eyes taking a relaxing breath before she opened her eyes - it was go time.

Perking her ears she let them swivel atop her skull listening for anything she can hear just like her father taught her. When that proved to be without result. She began to wander her nose searching for a trail.

She wandered for a bit until the scent of blood, ram and another wolf caught her attention. Pausing her her place she debated it. She could walk away or she could attempt to get some of the other’ meal.

Option two was obviously the way she went. So she followed the scent oblivious to the fact she was stumbling her way onto a live hunt. She didn’t bother trying to be stealthy. In fact she was practically announcing her arrival with each step.

@Auriga

Auriga heard another figure crunching towards her, but so did the ram, and as the ram bolted, Auriga let out a deep, guttural snarl before charging after it.

She turned to bellow over her shoukder: "If you want to eat, catch this with me! Swing right and cut it off up ahead!" Whatever else she had, thought wise, was cut off by the need to handle the ram. Auriga was hungry and she wanted to get a damn kill, wanted the blood and guts, so she snarled, snapped at the air, and lurched towards the ram.

The powerful wolf sought to chase it down a path to the right, the same path she had directed the stranger down. Auriga would deal with the stranger later. For now... she wanted blood on her teeth.

Moira could have cursed herself for her luck. She didn’t want to participate in an active hunt, she just wanted to eat. If she’d been a few minutes behind, maybe she’d have missed out on this hunt. But as she had it, she was now stuck helping if she wanted to eat something.

She debated helping at all but then her stomach let out a loud grumble and she knew she had no other choice. Kicking her ass into gear she did as the stranger had instructed. Pushing her thin legs hard she headed to the right.

Listening for the sound of the ram and stranger moving in her direction, she moved. Launching herself in the rams path, she faced the direction it would be approaching any second now.

Her teeth bared as she waited, and it didn’t take long for her to spot it, charging forward, she aimed to latch onto its neck and drop her full weight to the ground, to pull it down with her.