Moonspear wall of ice

Katya had a good observation herself; pleased to hear it, the Ostrega forged on. Indeed their prey did not seem to be alone—a good sign. Better than it had been in several months; as of late it had only seemed there was but one of them, and even when they lived there was not much left on it but for skin and bones. Enough to keep some of their pack going, at least. 

Moriko had good thoughts in mind, and Hydra nodded as she listened along. Silently, she considered their best course of action. Using our surroundings is a good thought, though the snow works against us, she thought aloud, withholding a sigh. Hydra did not mind the Winter when it came to temperatures and the like, though snow caused her to stick out like a sore thumb thanks to her inky furs. 

When we give chase, after a time exhaustion hits. The weak separate from the strong. We can harass and test and determine who among them is our target once they slow, she suggests, looking to Moriko and to Katya to see if they agreed. The scent was growing stronger; they should be upon their quarry soon.

It did not take too long for them to come across their quarry. They employed all that they had spoken of, and between the three skilled wolves were able to take down a sick, injured herdmember that was easy to pick off between them. Glad for it, Hydra called for the pack to partake and had her own fill firstly before leaving it to Moriko and Katya to dine themselves; first come, first serve before the pecking order came to establish itself. For her own part, Hydra circled in place about seven times before laying down and taking a restorative snooze, belly and heart both full. 

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