Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

UGH OK no pressure no pressure no pressu.... rolled a goddamn 9 >:| since it's a fail, hope you two don't mind blowing through it? if not, lmk, and i'll make some changes!

With Furiosa at the head, the three wolves descended deeper into the blood-sap trees, shadows enveloping the carnivorous creatures as they prowled for a victim. It was the coywolf who eventually detected signs of a herd, and the pale wretch's plan that set them all apart on the playing field, surrounding the unsuspecting ungulates on three of four sides. It was to be the duty of the imperial-minded man and herself, to drive the deer into the waiting jaws of their burlier companion, but not all things worked seamlessly between the strangers, and cues were missed that otherwise would've been effective had any of them spent more time with the other.

She and the earthy coywolf gave chase, snapping on the heels on an aged doe as the herd swirled like a school of fish to avoid their snarling pursuants. They had been chased too far to the left, however, causing the potentially hungriest of the three to miss his target by mere inches when exploding from his hiding place. It was enough for the wolves to come out on the losing team of the hunt, and though most hunts ended in this manner, their closeness to victory made Furiosa quite angry.

She chased the herd the longest, though her fury quickly gave way to exhaustion, and she returned, panting and irritated, to where she had noticed the males slack their pace. Despite the fact that she was inclined to immediately disperse without saying anything further to either of them, the marred harpy found herself not entirely through with the males. In fact, with a bit of rest and coordination, she imagined that they could truly do some damage.