Redsand Canyon Please fill up my soul [Pack Hunt]

praimfaya doesn't get the chance to introduce herself in return to the ivory woman who speaks up in agreement with her plan; derg is faster. the overseer launches into the division of the groups: he grants her the opportunity to lead the kill party, stating that they ambush once their prey is cornered. sha. she murmurs the word of agreement in trigedasleng, confident that her tone alone will convey that she will take the lead. she turns her frostbound gaze to the grandmaster and the woman, nyra. come. she beckons to them, ears perking to hear derg's barking of instructions.

this can't be too different then strategizing a battle. it was sort of the same thing with a bit of a different outcome. frostbound gaze studies the anxious herd, pawing at the ground and leads her group past them on the rock above as she contemplates where she should position her group. we go for the weakest among the herd; nyra, donovan you are both larger than me. i want one on each side; pepper it's shoulders, legs, flanks with attacks. wear it down. pronghorns were quick and praimfaya knew that. i'll try to bring it down. the kill, she thinks, would be her's ...providing she didn't get impaled by those nasty horns.