The feeling of the wind against her muzzle was freeing, Minka had been hesitant to leave the territory much with Narimé being so sick so her muscles needed a good stretch. Rhythm of paws against earth drove her forwards, her whole mind and all of her senses trained on the deer herd, she refused to let her first hunt be a failure. A flash of red in her peripheral vision slowed the hunter, the golden orbs now focused to the end of the clearing as she briefly saw the telltale red coat of her alpha. Nodding her tawny head she once more picked up speed now somewhere between a trot and a run until she reached a vantage point of being about higher up the meadow of a quarter of the herd. Hidden by the foliage around her the golden gaze analyzed the situation, resting upon each member of the herd briefly before moving onto the next.

There seemed to be about 20 members, a fairly large herd but only a couple of bulls within it, the rest were young or does. Orbs rested staring at the closest bull which was about 3 wolf lengths up the herd from where she stood, but was this far enough that it would flee? Or would it choose to attack? Suddenly the beast seemed distracted and moved farther up the herd and the woman breathed a silent sigh of relief, that was one less thing she had to worry about. Finally a target was chosen, a doe who had fallen behind the slowly meandering herd, her sides were heavy and swollen, speaking of child. While this seemed cruel it would make her a much slower member of the herd and this was the way of life, survival at the fittest.

Leaping from the foliage Minka ran around the curve of the herd towards the back, causing them to stampede away from the men. The doe was now caught with the female between herself and her herd, the woman changed her direction springing towards the doe forcing her to run. Snarling and snapping her jaws at the beast she drove it on, forcing her closer to the attackers who lay in ambush, the doe had no choice but to be herded by the hunter. Should the doe turn and try to flee back to her herd she would meet the fate of the teeth of the two chasers. Blood pounded in Minka's ears as her heart raced, this was what she lived for, the thrill of the chase.

Out of her peripheral vision Minka saw her friend leaping and snarling at the doe, following her lead and the huntress smiled. Inali could hunt well enough to survive, and was she ever quick, but it seemed that she didn't have a ton of experience in it, however she was catching on quickly. Seeing the doe veer slightly more towards herself the fae darted in closer, snapping her jaws just inches from the beasts hind leg, forcing it to change direction back to its original path, directly towards the males. They were in the home stretch now and ground was being covered quickly, grass flying beneath them as paws made steady rhythm with the ground, breath flying widely as muscles pushed themselves harder.

It was now or never, the chasers had done all they could and it was time for the take down, they could help but much of their energy would have been sapped from the flight. Besides that, the males were much larger than either fae, they packed more muscle mass than the two of them put together practically. Tapping into the adrenaline Minka pushed herself faster, until they were about 6 feet from where the men lay in ambush, then she leapt.

Claws and teeth latched onto the back hindquarters, opening a large gash in the beasts haunches, exposing blood and muscle below. Quickly releasing the doe Minka fell back to the earth, and though exhaustion was making itself apparent now the fae clamped her jaws upon the closest leg, tearing through tendon and effectively hobbling the creature. Even if the ambush was unsuccessful the doe would be unable to get very far now without losing much blood from the effort of fleeing with only three working legs. The rest of the hunt was out of her paws, it now lay in the responsibility of the attackers.