Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

She had never hunted with a pack, ever. Anita found herself assuming her spot within the mob near the back. She only inferred that rank had to do with place in the hunting party, but she wasn't quite sure. The female chose a spot a little more to the side, hoping to at least get a chance to nip at the prey's heels. She gulped. Though they were going after a weaker quarry, injury was still possible. Any frightened animal would defend itself, and a kick from a hooved animal would leave its mark.

    Then they started to run. A rush of adrenaline boosted Anita to join the rest. It didn't feel like individuals working, no. It felt like one fluid body, each component working as one. It was almost surreal; not at all what Anita had expected. After each wolf took their turn going at the prey, Anita looked for an opening. The slightest pause after Grayday's feat accompanied with the off-balance teeter of the elk provided the perfect chance.

     Anita decided to finish what Grayday had started. Bringing the beast off-balance would provide a small bit of time to finish it, unless it got back up. Her breath was uneven, she wasn't tired but was starting to feel her feet ache from all of the running. Anita bumped against the elk's legs, her body shaking. However, she was too small to bring it to the ground, and her tremulous attempt was not powerful enough to do much. It was a foolish move--nipping at its heals would have provided a much better outcome.

     The elk kicked out, just barely missing Anita's face. She moved back in time to avoid serious injury, but the hoof grazed her shoulder. Blood trickled fround the wound. It wasn't too bad an injury, and for that she was thankful. A scrape would not stop her from hunting. Going off of that mindset, Anita grimaced, pushing herself forward so she didn't fall behind.