For a moment, the youth found herself concerned – weren’t they supposed to sneak up on their prey? It would be much more difficult if it already knew they were there. Serach didn’t seem to be overly concerned, however, so the strawberry blond kept her mouth shut and kept after the white wolf at a steady pace. Her heart was thudding with every step, and the teenager could only hope their prize couldn’t hear that, as well. The instructions felt far away, quiet to her own rush of blood, but she heard, she understood, and the Argyris heiress gave a small chuff of acknowledgement.
Before she knew it, Triell gave a bark, and the chase was on.
The directions seemed simple enough, but even she was not so foolish as to think that the bull would let them direct it so easily. When their group leader took off, the two-year olds followed suit. Not about to be anything less than useful, Kyna increased her speed as well, almost beside Darrah as the wolves formed a close-knit group. Ears rolled back instinctively as did her lip peel upwards and the young wolf growled, snapping her teeth as she took Serach’s cue. He set the bull to running and she was close behind, hoping they were forming enough of a wall to keep the animal from thinking of turning back.