Ouroboros Spine la nuit du chasseur [PACK HUNT]

LAST ROUND -- THE HUNT IS PLANNED TO BE SUCCESSFUL!!!
ENDS ON MARCH 15TH MAX!
@Gaiban @Wyvern @Sitri

[size=medium]"in the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]With her lungs puffing out clouds of fog as she breathed the proud Spine Queen advanced over the glossy layer of ice that laid beneath her, her tail giving quick awknowledgement to her friend's careful warning as she tried to avoid the contact between her claws and the ice. Despite not being a cat that could simply sheath her claws, in an almost feline manner, Cara glided over the surface of the ice-skating rink that had become the Spine's lake, her steps measured yet determined.
She was oblivious to the reason that lied underneath her wolves' concern for her, for the future children she would bear.

And the responsability that came along with it.
As the youngest, yet most recurrent, leader the Spine had held at its throne the 'r' word was one Cara had not yet, entirely, learnt to handle. But then again, neither was the 'd' word.
Defeat.
She was a vicious competitor in the race that was life.
Fighting too hard, living too fast, lying too much but never giving up.

Letting the silence settle over them once again, Cara guided her little group further back into the icy surfcace, her head turning momentarily over her shoulder as a sudden urge to see the other group ticked in her head. Quickly her eyes fell upon her mate's brown visage, only to bring her lips into an involuntary smile that sent a comforting sense of reassurance through her whole body.
He was capable of doing this -- they were all capable.

It were precisely at these times that the the nit picking and hardships that the Spine had endured proved to have been fruitful.
All of the wolves that were present, whether on the ice on or on by Kaname, were in perfect synch, perfect armony, because they were simply the perfect wolves. Scanning her eyes briefly over the small group that had silently, and loyally followed her into the unstable floors of the frozen lake she realized that she could not name even one she remotely disliked.
They, the Spine's careful elite group that had undergone Cara's strict selectiveness, were truly the dream team.

Finally, with her yellow eyes fleeting again to the distant bulks of brown that were their target she slowed to a stop. Now it all fell back on the assault group's shoulders, and until they gave the signal, there was nothing her group, the ambush group, could do other than watch. And while the impotence of not being able to contibute it what was also a crucial part of the hunt sent anxious shivers down her vertebrae she knew very well that the aid she could not give during the assault she'd double at the time of the ambush.
Her litheness and agility serving as proof.

"now, we wait", she breathed softly, another heavy smog cloud escaping from her lips at the same time as a silent prayer the Queen sent to the sky.
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