Barrow Fields huntokar, destroyer

The woman made herself easy enough to read; Sunspot fell into place, keeping one ear quirked toward the other as she began driving a wedge between their prey and the rest of the herd. Her coat does not blend into the snow like the stranger's, so she moved achingly slow, keeping to the scrubby bushes and half-covered grass when she could. What she wanted was to burst forth and give chase - to do as she had not in so long - but the stranger was there first, and Sunspot knew that the kill should be on her terms.

Having positioned herself in the right place to divide the pair from the herd, Sunspot flicked her eyes back toward the stranger, awaiting another signal. It was possible, from where she stood, to dart forward and attack. She would not bring one of them down that way, but she could wound it. She could get it running away from its fellows. She could begin the slow process of exhaustion-by-exsanguination that often led to a successful kill.