Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

"It's definitely onto me now," she replied breezily. The failure didn't particularly bother her, as a seasoned hunter. It had been a spur of the moment opportunity and it hadn't worked out in her favor but that was all right. "We should probably move away and come back later sometime. They won't risk coming out for at least a few hours after that," she surmised.

Motioning for Freyja to follow, Wildfire led her through the meeting space to its other side, then parked beneath a tall pine. She then addressed the youngster's earlier question. "Herds move around a lot. But there's so many and they sort of cycle in and out, so there's always something to choose from. Something to chase," she amended with a playfully predatory gleam in her amber eye.