Sex: FemaleSorya glanced at her nephew with a grin as she whispered the command. "I'll take the left side and you will take the right side. We'll chase it down and separate it from the herd before we take it down. Then and only then we can dine." She whispered before taking off without another word. Her limbs moved, carrying her swiftly across the fen despite all the swampy terrain. She fell into the left side which happened to cut the deer off from the rest of the fleeing herd as the doe ran in the opposite direction. She bit and nipped at it's hind legs as well as at it's side while she hoped Xetor was on the other side doing the job she had assigned to him.
She began to figure out a good spot for a take down as she easily kept up with the beast to her right since she was on the left. Her grin still held as she got a quick nip in on the lower thigh of the creature's front left leg. The creature would briefly stumble though not lose it's balance. It would call out a shriek in it's own native tongue as Sorya grinned. She wondered briefly if they could take it down. Of course they could! It was old and weak and sick. It was the perfect prey, it really was. She knew that after they took it down and feasted, she would force herself to make Xetor stay behind. She hated being followed. Then she would seek out this mysterious sister of hers.