Sawtooth Spire That's the sound of progress, baby!

short shitty phone post here we go. Excuse grammar/spelling errors plz

A signal given, her eyes moved to the intended target, appreciating the fact that he did not attempt either the biggest, baddest kill or the easiest possible. He chose something large, but injured, something that they could bring down with some good ok' fashioned team work. 

A silent nod. She accepted this target and followed his lead, moving to her own more suitable position. Gold eyes watched him close for the next signal, ears trained to the herd to listen for sounds of alarm.