Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

yo welx

Tonravik, when Iqniq caught on, circled the herd, nipping at the heels of those that would dart away to instigate terror. It was working. As it turned out, most of the herd began to head to the Caldera; but she and her mate had by now separated one that her mate gestured to. Tonravik was swift in her approach, moving head-on toward the startled creature who then bolted to the side.

She had expected this, and she expected Iqniq to herd it toward her. She would not go hungry this evening, and neither would he. It was the very beginning of her necessity to eat for more than one. Her tail waved as she altered her own path, anticipating both of their next movements.