flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
She wasn’t inexperienced, per say. She was just inexperienced when it came to hunting pronghorn. Aguta mostly ever hunted animals that resided on the mountain that she now called home, as well as the mountain she lived on prior to coming here. She had nearly been killed by the mountain that had been her home for the last two years, but she lived, rose to conquer not only the mountain that had nearly beaten her, but conquered the fear that had been instilled into her by that very mountain. She had risen from her wounds and became what she was today; a force to be reckoned with. There was little that she was afraid of now, though she would likely never openly admit to being afraid of anything to anyone.
Aguta knew better than to allow her recklessness impede in her ability to hunt, especially when she was hunting with someone she didn’t know well at all. Without admitting it, she was out to impress the male, not cause him to turn his nose up to her, and that meant putting her best foot forward in this hunt. She strove to do the best that she possibly could, especially considering that she knew that her assigned job in this hunt wasn’t something that was all that tough. The scarred woman knew that she was doing good when she took notice that the three beasts had turned their focus entirely on her, watching every move she made. That meant that Goldry would be able to get himself into the position that he wanted to be in.
Though she was keeping an eye on all three of the beasts, she paid the closest attention to the one with the broken leg. The moment Goldry made his move, causing the buck to veer one way while the two does veered to the other, Aguta turned herself so that she was giving chase to the one with the very obvious limp. Pushing herself now, she easily, and eagerly, chased after the beast with the broken leg. Getting closer little by little, Aguta swiped outward with a front paw to smack at the hind legs of the beast with the limp. She hoped that doing that would cause the doe to stumble at least a little bit.