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.
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