Sunbeam Lair We all gaze at the stars

Next round begins on March 6th.

The instincts that came with a hunt had started to nip at her mind, whispering to her sweet nothings in an attempt to make her give in to her most primal callings. Each try resulted in no change, however, her mind strong enough to ward off the encroaching urges. She kept herself within the right state of mind, certain at least one would be needed to ensure nothing awful befell them. It allowed her, too, all the time necessary to think, to plan and prepare. She knew they were awaiting her orders, for the girl to take the lead; if not their eyes on her, she could most definitely feel the anticipation in the air. It was her job to sort through all of that, to pluck from them the negative, impulsive notions that might lead them down the path of failure. Asterr had to take charge, for once, rather than placing herself upon equal ground with her tribe mates.

"Fan out," the yearling murmured, the words riding out on a breath of air, hardly disturbing the nature that surrounding them. "If you catch the scent, alert everyone else as discreetly as possible. We must not let this stag escape us." Her eyes shifted to each side, her head then following suit, glancing at the others and the space beyond them. The look was brief, perhaps more so than her glances had ever been before, and in what seemed like an instant her head had lowered and her nose was directed towards the ground. Each paw was carefully placed with every step taken, almost as if she were back on the mountain and navigating it's winding paths. Even though the deer's fresh fragrance had yet to tickle her leathery nose, her own desire and excitement refused to be extinguished.