Swiftcurrent Creek Clairvoyence

Silence was cast between the pair when the aroma of prey became stronger with each progressive footstep. Tuwawi spoke nothing else - knowing that the hearing of their target was sensitive, and they would surely be found out if she continued. The fond thoughts of Njal were set aside momentarily as her athletic body assumed the posture appropriate their breed; hawk-like and focused, coiled like a pistol. Only a simple look was shared between like-minded eyes before the two strewn apart in either direction, like wildfire and smoke, hungry for success.

Hunting with enigma was as natural as how the creek flowed through Teekon. Swift and strong, without hesitation or thought. Their pattern divided seamlessly as they moved towards their stations, experienced hunters on the prowl with expert precision. Tuwawi moved cautiously between thin cover, stopping only when the lumbering beast stirred. Patience was a virtue, but also a necessity, and so the Eta took her time. Finally she crouched beneath a low-laying pine, dilated gaze locked with purpose. The dark shadow of Haunter's ruff crested her vision, and became the catalyst for the chase.

Tuwawi burst from her lookout, silent like a bird of prey but with the deadly intent of any predator. The smaller does scrambled, surprised that a wolf had loomed so close as they grazed, and struggled to find footing. When they did, their sinewy forms took off, but the Swiftcurrent woman worked had to flank them towards her partner, eager to ensnare the fattest one.