Verdant Basin rectifier

Kuasak's movements were slow and measured, whereas Kavrak's were swift. Sensing Kavrak's own drive, here, Kuasak altered her course. It could not hurt to test and toy with the prey for a short time. When Anuniaq and Kaertok came, the two Anneriwok would know of a herd... and its potential weaknesses. Her long-legged strides became rigid as she increased her pace. The stag was far more alert now, and even from this distance the white of its eyes could be seen as it looked for more. It was older, and as Kuasak moved in a loose circle to complement the movements of her sister she noted scars upon its haunch. The male was no stranger to being ambushed... but it had survived them thus far. Kuasak knew it would live today, too—but it would never survive the hunters of Tartok. Certainly not if the two sisters had anything to say about it. They had hunted and taken down fiercer quarry than this... but never alone. They had seen musk ox and preyed on their young, their sick, their old. 

But that did not mean they would ever underestimate the prey they came against here and now. It would not do. 

The herd began to move away, their movements slow and uncertain but cautious. Kuasak threw herself into a slow sprint, moving to fiendishly snap at the nearest doe to spur the entirety of the herd into a frenzy.