Sun Mote Copse gunship politico

as asherah dived into the fray arunik'ra met her pace, swinging wide towards the brush where the deer fled. she could no longer see the others, though asherah was in plain sight -- she surmised eshamun and ar-khalba had gone through the thicket to flush the deer right onto the unforgiving slabs of stones.

she would be boxed in, and that would be her end -- arunik'ra prowled through a tangle of brush and came upon the doe planted, her spindly legs splayed and long neck upright in terror.

the sunspear cut a ruthless smile and lunged, teeth aiming for the delicate doe's extended hock. asherah would be there in a moment, she knew it -- and before long they would feast on the still beating flesh of hind.