Broken Antler Fen and, oh, that heart

oof, sorry for my mega late reply on this.

for a long moment praimfaya is silent, content to watch their quarry in their natural habitat, wanting to think their kills would be easily won but not wanting to let confidence make a fool of her. dacio was quick to join them, and praimfaya looks to her klikalida at his hushed inquiry, her frostbound gaze flickering to opalia as she lays out potential routes they could take — one could herd them towards the two wolves waiting; ambush, versus just hurling themselves at the foxes and seeing who would run out of energy first.

the tacitician in praimfaya leaning towards the first option, the young worlida's mind is already made before she opens her mouth to speak, i say we go ambush style. in her mind, it made their chances of success slightly higher than the last option. who will chase? praimfaya asks, thinking that perhaps she is not the best suited for that. though she has not displayed too much clumsiness she isn't willing to pit her luck against her currently too-big-for-her paws. nevertheless, she allows opalia and dacio to choose where they will go first, content to take what position is left.