Barrow Fields huntokar, destroyer

She catches movement from the corner of her eyes, away from the herd, and she flicks her green eyes off to the side briefly. Not wanting to linger long on the movement, she looks back to the herd and moves just as smoothly forward as she had been until it is obvious the other is trying to obtain her attention. Once more she breaks away from her goal to see the shake of her tail and forward position of her ears. Her own flicker upward, breaking her concentration, and with one single shake of her tail, she bobs her nose invitingly forward. While some part of her selfishly wishes to ward off a stranger, she does not have her own pack mates with her, and it is foolish to turn away something when she is perfectly capable of playing nice. For a little while.

Two of the deer have paused in their tracks, rummaging through the light snow as if they’d found something particular tasty. Another one, larger than the others, continues, and her eyes fall back to the pair that has slowed. Between the two of them, they are likely to pull something down, but she moves slowly to further distance herself but curve around one particularly wide hill. Looking back to the stranger, she points to the two to divide.

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