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A stranger came into a view and Wraen assessed the female quickly. The appearance, the demeanor, the sort of a lost look about her and the fact that, if it came to any trouble, the hunter could either outrun her or take her on, gave her the confidence to deem the other harmless. She offered a smile, a friendly wag of her tail and then turned her attention back to the birds. They had calmed down somewhat and had assembled themselves in a group further away from the two predators. 

She was contemplating and had she been a human, she would have tapped her fingers on the ground, while coming up with the best strategy. Eventually she came to a conclusion to go with - trial and error - then cast a glance at the stranger again, wondering, how she could be useful. "I will try to herd them towards you," Wraen said, getting up to her feet and preparing for action, "and you try and see, who can you catch." 

Easy enough, right? Yet she waited to hear a confirmation, before bringing her plan to life. 

They tried, they failed, they tried again and the end result was one very small bounty in exchange for flock that ran in panic through the woods and further.