Slightly northeast of the pack territory in the Lowlands (80.704, 0)
2°C / 35.6°F | Overcast - 0mph Winds | Dawn
Next round starts October 28th.
@Laike @Jessie @Risaela @Sphinx @Cancer @Alvar @Vasilisa @Nikolai @Kisetra & @Lekalta (if accepted)
hunter dem 1/3
Mismatched eyes peered through the foggy tree line that lined the edge of the vast lowland tundra at the small herd of caribou that must of broke away from the masses for the fall breeding season. Crouched within the tall grasses, the sunflower scanned the grazing herd for any weak links, her gaze trained to spot any abnormalities. Taking down a caribou was no easy feat, finding a wounded target made it easier. On the outskirts of the herd, a wounded bull limped slightly when moving towards a green section of grass. After closer inspection, it seemed to have a large gash upon its foreleg and chest the damage certainly done by a larger bull.
With their target acquired, the Rye beta raised her muzzle to call for the pack to join her, inviting all the growing cubs to partake and learn from the adults. This time nobody was going to get hurt... Or so she prayed.