Silver Creek quiet night

you good!!
rolled for a successful hunt

Even though some animals may differ, there was one that all carnivores can do in peace; a chase of a hunt. Even herself, a maiden of the Gods, felt her spirit lighten but the chasing and the venturing off to catch the foe, "Thank you for this life, may you rest in the Summerlands," but even so, she would be taking a life. A silent prayer, to the one she would take.

She didn't realize her companion skid across the snow, as she was focused on the rabbit. A ghost of the night, she felt at ease with running, Miriam graced herself with a steady pace to catch the one. A motion toward the left, she knew where it was to go once the z-shaped pattern was to an end. It would try to preform another, but she had the nature of a wolf, and knew the fellow well. A study of nature itself, she could preform tasks of hunt with an ease. Her speed was a confidence, and grabbed the rabbit by it's neck, before slowing down.

A crack, and a silent prayer.

"Are you alright?" Miriam dropped the dead hare on the ground, and padded toward him in a worry. She didn't see what had happened, but he was on his back, panting like a wild man. She wondered if he banged his head..