Larkcall Lowlands the way our horizons meet

He had done good! No one had protested his suggestion which meant he had selected the best option for the pack. The ebony boy almost squealed in excitement but he kept his composure, his yellow eyes fixated on his mother and Everly as he waited for further instruction. His tawny teacher was quick to jump into action, streaking across the tundra to close the distance between herself and the herd.

Cyril did not hesitate and flung himself forward, his gangly legs working feverishly to catch up to the agouti. He mirrored her actions, weaving through the fleeing caribou, his yellow gaze fixated on their prize. He made sure to be mindful of their hooves, for he knew a blow from one of them could be fatal. His parents had not raised an idiot and he was determined to prove that.

He forked off from Everly’s path, arching around the side of the chosen caribou, removing an escape route as he herded the creature toward the three waiting hunters…

Lenae rushed off ahead, mindful not to meander too close to the bustling, main body of the herd. She narrowed in on Cyril's chosen prey and in response the beast sped off, kicking harder as it tried to shake off it's pursuers. But they were fast and moved as one, making slight adjustments in their formation as they went.

Just a little closer now, they were steering it in the right direction, tiring it out just in time for the others to bring it down. Lenae wasn't so good at that part, but she would try! She would give it her all and throw all of her weight into it, bite down as hard as she could till she tasted nothing but it's blood in her mouth.

Her sides heaved as she charged along, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as she had the time of her life. This was good, fun, what a hunt was supposed to be. A family working together like a well oiled machine. Lenae could see them now, lying in wait, ready for the opportune moment.Just a little more, a few more meters... Now! Get it now before it was too late!