Cricket Creek Bog The world don't speak for us

Maia knew that Wraen's paws were bothering her, and she definitely had told her a few times she didn't have to come, but her big sis seemed determined. Well, she was awesome enough at hunting that it would be no problem, and besides, Maia could handle a bunch too.  This was gonna be fun!

Or so she tried to convince herself.  She wasn't super excited to join because she did not at all like the girl leading it, but she wasn't about to prove her right about being useless, and she had a chance now to rub her nose in how wrong she was.  Maia bet she was a way better hunter, her dad and Sarah and Wraen were the best teachers.

She was a little survey, following behind, but Colt's wink made her flush and brightened her spirits a bit.  What? He was cute, for an older guy.

She began to jog that way, knowing her size would be a good help in dividing the herd.  They had to get it on its own before they could run it down... grudgingly, she thought Kiwi's plan wasn't too bad.