Hoshor Plains In The Golden Sea

Aliana nodded before turning to the Herd. They still stood their ground but were gradually losing their confidence, Aliana could see that and began to exploit that. She postured confidently, snarling out something fierce; she lunged at the Herd before promptly dancing away from any stomping hooves or swinging horns. She snapped her jaws and barked something fierce.

Her body said it all: ‘ Yeah, I ain’t scared of you! What are you going to do?? Stomp on me? Gore me? Ha! That’s if you can! I got a buddy with me—we’ll take one of you down and feast on your flesh! Unless you run! ’ 

The huddle became unsteady, hooves were shuffling around uncertainty. Some were starting her down, resolute; others were unsure. Yearlings, possibly? Adults and Elders would be more confident, it was only two against a whole herd, yearlings were less experienced thus less confident. The weakest link in a herd.

She smirked, lunging forward, pressing her luck by trying to snap at their limbs. It was a dance, a dangerous dance but one they were winning. The Herd grew more and more restless until eventually… one of them bolts for it, then several more. It wasn’t long before the whole herd began to thunder past them.

❝  There we go…!  ❞ Aliana glanced at the other wolf and gestures to the Herd with her head before running after them. She stayed a reasonable distance; close enough to keep them running, but far enough that she won’t get whumped with a kick.