Verdant Basin rectifier

The darker of the pair followed suit and dropped her head to sniff at the earth. Many scents. None significant. She snorted to clear the dust from her nostrils and ranged ahead, but it was Kuasak who took a more direct route up a hill. When her sister's ears pressed forward, Kavrak rumbled quietly and came to stand at her shoulder.

The sight of the herd was enough to make the huntress' tail wave. She was an Anneriwok of Tartok and, as such, was trained from birth to be a Warrior. However, her true passion was hunting. The rush of blood through her system as she pounded across the tundra in pursuit of caribou. The sharp taste of blood on her tongue. The rip and tear of animal muscle beneath the points of her teeth. If they had a third she would had pushed ahead and began a hunt, but with only the two of them and energy to conserve, there was no point.

She clacked her jaws together eagerly as they descended, for although there was to be no hunt, there was nothing stopping Kavrak from toying with the herd a little by snapping at their hocks, which she fully intended to do as she surged forward.