Barrow Fields huntokar, destroyer

There is a third scent upon the wind that Ajatar does not take note of. The stranger in the distance, and the deer, are what has her focus and she only assumes it is mixed in with the one across the field. She takes direction easily from her distance and she moves slowly, slinking down while her shoulders angle and define. Her back legs lock into place as she anticipates the upcoming movement. Soon she’ll be on the chase and she wants to be ready. Hunting with a stranger offers plenty of negatives and her stomach rumbles with desire and the other so far has fallen into place, waiting for the second. Her nose lifts once and she silently chuffs, her lips ruffling out with a puff of air, and she inches forward and waits for her to make the next move.

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