Kintla Flatlands your problem is, you spent your whole life thinking there were rules

I didnt know if I needed to make a roll for this? Kyr plans to chase until she gets some food or Belharra tries to fight.

 

Vallkyrie remained vigilant, following just out of range of the hare should it take a sudden turn in another direction, should it spot her hunting partner at the last moment. But after its tumble did it falter into the awaiting jaws of Belherra. Kyr jumps forward, an excited playful bound at the opportunity for something larger then mouse, lizard or bug which she had been forced to live on. 

Though tables would take a turn. Instead of forth the other woman whips back around and dashes into the fen, taking the kill as a prize of her own. Though tricked (perhaps having grown to honorable for her own good) Kyr did not yet give up. It was the ruffled up brown hairs of the wolf which she now hunted. As swift as the huntress pleased, she dashed after her, hot on the heels of the woman as she aimed to trip her up enough to take what (at least part of) was rightfully hers.