Moonspear You can see your life out the window tonight

After a little while they came into a clearing, where approximately 50 or so hen-sized birds were gathered, the coloring of their feathers was an interesting mix of greyish-brown and white. An almost ideal camouflage against the white backdrop. They were bigger than the young hunter remembered seeing them previously, therefore she stopped in her tracks, thinking about her next move. She gave a glance over to Hydra to see, if she had any suggestions, what would be the right way to proceed. Because other than singling one out and herding it away from the rest - she was clueless.

Working as a team they figured out, how to deal with the situation and had a good merry hunt. 

Wrapping up older threads.