Zia maintained her stance, partially crouched in amongst the thick cover of the trees. She studied the Caribou with icy blue eyes, searching for any weaknesses amongst the group. Times were tough and despite the limited options, the wolves had no choice but to eat. If the hunt failed, then every member of Magnolia Glen would suffer. It could be a death sentence. Knowing that several more long months of winter were ahead of them, Zia was taking this hunt particularly seriously. With Phineas setting the game plan and their instructions, the only indication that she had heard him was the subtle flick and twist of her dark ears. Going for the weakest female was rational. With her as the target, the wolves had a fighting chance at a decent meal. In the back of her mind though, Zia remained aware of the danger. Of the unfortunate incident in the last pack hunt, where one of their own had sustained a crushing kick to the shoulder. Before she set off, she glanced at each individual with an air of seriousness about her, trusting that they would do their part well. The dark male known as Caleb, was offered only a low grunt, her voice quiet. "I will circle around the caribou from the left. Let's go." Even if he did outrank her, that didn't stop her from exhibiting her militaristic attitude in serious times such as this. It came naturally to her and that was that. Sprinting off to the left, Zia used the cover of the trees and the dense undergrowth to her advantage. There may not have been any foliage to aid in hiding her from view, but the dark coloration of the tangled branches was good enough. She stepped gently, her footfalls leaving only a thin dusting of snow to linger inches above the ground in her wake. Crouched low, she continued her arch, ever now and then glancing sharply towards the herd, to see if she had been spotted. Caleb's progress, she could not see due to their formation, but she trusted that he was nearly in position. Closing the gap, she came to rest several yards behind the herd, where she had a clear view of the grizzled female. Eyes narrowing, she would bide her time until she saw an ideal opening. Lunging forth with a burst of speed, adrenalin pumped through her veins as she charged. Expertly, she positioned herself between her target and the remainder of the herd, hoping to isolate the animal. Lips pulling back in snarl, she snapped at the heels of her prey, while the other caribou, alarmed, fled. |
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