Verdant Basin rectifier

The duo moved, singling out many a member of their herd. As Kavrak harassed a younger member of the herd, a sickly scent captured her attentions and Kuasak followed this thread. The scent was vague and not ov. erpowering—a new illness, a fresh one. Her keen nose took heavy droughts as her tongue lolled, weaving through the crowd and alerting her sister with her abrupt change in direction, a lifted head and searching eyes for the blackened blur that was Kavrak. Even now they would not hunt this thing, but the scent was important to recognize and memorize. They had not eaten a large meal in some moons... a sick herd member would be an easier target than any other.

When Kuasak found it, there was no questioning it despite its alertness. It's eyes were glassier than the others and, if one payed close enough attention, its movements were imperceptibly off. When Kuasak moved a bit too close, however, it moved to strike out—and Kuasak side-stepped, narrowly missing its blow. It was still healthy enough to fight, which meant even still she and her sister would likely not be able to take it down this day. But Kuasak, annoyed by its retaliation, moved to snap fiendishly at its rear before retreating, keen now on harassing it some.