Redsand Canyon it's hell to where you go

it wasn't long before another joined. as a shadow, mahler snuck onto the scene along with the pair. silently observing the herd, watching, waiting. takiyok's spirit-like form joined shortly after, settling near the rest. with thorn's motion, finch followed; trotting amongst the mountains as she kept a sharp eye on the hred below. heads turned towards the party as bellows escaped the large ungulates, aware of the presence of the nearby predators. but still, they did not strike.

her anxiety heightened-- as she had thought would happen, the area was far too open. they were too exposed in the moment, it would be nearly impossible to strike a meal out of one of them. the herd was strong in numbers and sound in condition: there were no injured, no sick young, no older elk, ready to keel over. sihlouettes of birds caw in the dead canopies of the territory, breaking the silence of the moment with their eerie calls. she notices thorn's gaze shoot towards the group-- finch nodded her head in agreement, it would be far too risky to attack one of these animals. there was barely a chance of a successful hunt here.