Two Rivers Isle if i killed someone for you

Together they followed the trail, in mostly silence, but Gwen believed they were still far enough away for quiet words to go unnoticed by the elk who wandered - "Issun, is your group intending to settle in the Hinterlands?" Oceanic eyes sparkled with curiousity, voicing her earlier thought; it would be wise to get a feel for who they may share hunting grounds with, though the empress was already aware of the redhawks, who were almost uncomfortably close - further south, but the isle lay between them, and she hoped it would be enough for them not to step on each other's tails.

They walked for a little while longer, but at last the scents grew stronger and the snowbird dropped herself down, lips parting to taste the wind and locate the elk who rested in their presence - at last she found them, a little distance away, grazing on grass and other vegetation that had survived the winter chill. There it was: the younger elk, with the twisted back leg and patch of skin where the fur was missing. Gwen had not felt the thrill of a large hunt for some time, and already excitement coursed through her veins as she observed. "We ought to seperate the wounded elk from the other," she murmered, watching the pair intently, "Perhaps two of us should focus on splitting them up, and whoever is left can wait in the undergrowth - the ones who split the pair up could loop back around and chase it toward the wolf who's waiting so we have it surrounded? Unless either of you know a better way to go about it," Gwen peered at them, eager to hear their thoughts; it had been so long since she planned to bring down large prey; perhaps voicing her ideas would prompt Issun and Cry to give their own ideas in turn, if they had any, and they could form a solid plan.