Noctisardor Bypass To go to sleep I count antlers, not sheep

Gwen returned the grin, glad to be able to hunt with her Segundo. Hunting was still her passion, even if she had been unable to do so as often as she once had. Leading a pack brought around a lot of stress at times and she was almost always too busy to go out and do the things she enjoyed. Hunting was something she was able to do more often than some passions, but she would still like to do it more. She still desired the trade.

The Empress lowered herself down, glancing at Semira again as she began to move. Gwen stayed where she was, allowing her friend to take over the hunt. She remained still as she could, blue orbs switching between the golden wolfess and the hare who lay unaware of the danger around. She waited, watching silently, preparing for the hare to flee. She assumed Semira planned to chase it her way, so she did not make a move closer.