Skana crouched down, stopping before she left the cover of the trees. The buck would be too dangerous to take on, and he would surely move to defend any attack from the wolves on his cows. The cows wouldn't go down without a fight either, and a well aimed hoof could do as much damage as an antler. The crone's gaze panned over the elk, searching for any which looked weaker, crippled, or simply strayed too far from the herd's protection. The left side of her vision was indistinct, the finer details lost in the haze of her cataract. The fog was bad enough, but with an already foggy eye her vision was practically useless for such distances. After hopelessly squinting a bit, she finally angled her head to look to Narime'. She hoped the young girl had sharper vision. "Do you see a good one?" She whispered, her breath trailing up in a wisp of vapor in the cool air.

"So, we'll move around the other side away from the buck, and scare them into a run... The buck'll fight back if we come at him first... But I think the cows will bolt easily. Once one is running, they'll all run. In a chase, our cow and fawn should fall behind. Try to fan out as we chase, get them all moving first before we can hone in on one. They can't fight back if they're running." She murmured, her voice just loud enough for the wolves. She rested her gaze on her companions before turning to trot off into position. She was open to suggestions, but as it stood that was her orders. Crouching down at the opposite side, she could see just the tips of the buck's antlers across the group, as vague shapes in the fog. She waited until Narime and Rosealia were ready, before she barked "Go!"

As planned, the sickly mother and calf were falling towards the posterior edge of the herd. Soon the wolves would need to pick which of the two they'd go for. While the fawn might put up less of a fight, Skana decided on the doe. It was late enough that there was a chance the calf was already weaned and could struggle through winter on it's own. The limping mother had more meat on her, and either predators or winter would be taking her soon anyways.

Running was beginning to take a toll on Skana's paw, pain edging through the adrenaline burst. Gritting her teeth, she galloped through the ache with her eyes locked onto the doe. A rough bark left Skana's throat as a signal to her hunters, 'this one'. The rest of the herd seemed to notice the wolves' new target, splitting off and shying away from the condemned.

The cow took notice as the hunters began to close in on her, her hooves frantically cleaving the earth in a futile attempt to escape. Panicking did not prove to be in the cow's favor, her weak, infected leg quivering under the exertion. Unsteady, the elk tripped and stumbled, still managing to keep on her hooves and moving forward but hindered enough that it would soon spell the end for her.

Time sped by as the three wolves circled the herd and seperated the injured doe and her fawn. Nari's heart lifted in excitement as the pair of animals dropped further and further back from the herd. She knew the time was coming soon. Skana's bark caught Narimé's ear and the silver wolf readied herself for taking on the target.

As they ran the wolves closed in on the doe. Nari could hear the creatures labored breathing. It excited her further. The need for blood aroused in the wolfs mind as she sprang forward. Then in an instant the doe tripped.

The End..

The young hunter lept forward using her strength rather than speed and ran beside the left of the doe. Jumping for the soft blood filled throat Nari's blue eyes took in the does frightened ones as she snapped down. Red liquid streamed down the chest of the doe and she stumbled forward. The velvet blood stained Narimé face as she used her power to shake her head ripping the throat out of the deer.

Stepping back the gray wolf watched the deer struggle on the ground trying to stand back up again. A few minutes more and her life blood would cover the ground ending her life.

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