Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

Israel seemed not to be affected by Simatra's humorous statement, and for that the golden nymph was grateful for. So many times she had blurted out what came to her head, so many times an encounter had gone downhill from there; it was a real relief to be able to speak her mind and refrain from being judged. Or, at least, that's what she assumed.

As the woman agreed, the Kali rose to her paws, cocking her head to one side as she listened to the last of the grey wraith's words. "Teamwork will be necessary to succeed," she agreed, "Come." Flashing her company an excitable grin, she trotted forward to take charge as Israel made way.

She would often see the herd, maybe 3 doe's strong, flit amidst the trees during the warmest parts of the day, (if you could call midday in winter 'warm'), and so that was where she headed now. With Israel hopefully in tow, they could aim to drive an individual into the open field where attacks could be easily aimed, or perhaps plan an ambush amongst the thickets which would allow the element of surprise to their advantage. The latter was not one Simatra preferred.