Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

Distracted, Nanook missed Steady's cue. Her gaze remained on Desna until all she stared at was the vacant place she left behind. The rest of her packmates blurred the forest, and the Apaata staggered at the movement. A moment passed before she gave her head a flustered shake and sprung to follow.

She lost sight of Desna - Valette - in the fray; she lost sight of them all. Between the caribou Nanook could pick out the blur of the Silvertips, but adrenaline from the chase had her nerves strung high. She struggled to concentrate, and her strides favoured a place at the rear. Never had she hunted with so many before, and never a beast so dreadful as these.

When they finally managed to corner one, the beast fought back with every strength left in her fearsome bones. Nanook paced around the assailing pack in a nervous circle. Her muscles quivered taught, ready to spring but anxious to attack. Her breath caught with each bucking kick, froze with every prospective blow. But one by one her packmates latched themselves to the caribou, and one by one her company dwindled as she watched the doe begin to falter beneath the pack's assault.