Hoshor Plains I hope that I am just like you

She wished to plug her ears at the foul language being used, but alas, she'd committed to this hunting partner. The fae was extremely sensitive about swears and you'd ne'er catch her using the language of demons so carelessly. She could express displeasure eloquently enough using her swear-free vocabulary, but she supposed she should not be the judge to swing the hammer down upon those that did spoke a tongue she'd refuse to understand.

The two came upon a goat - Lumiya assumed it had come down from the mountains nearby. They were tough creatures, but also very stubborn. They were much like men! At least, in Lumiya's opinion. As Wren nipped at its heels, Lumiya went zoom-zoom like Bolt and sprinted towards its front. She was careful not to meet its horns or hoofs, hoping to avoid injury for today, but a hidden rock did scrape her knee ever so slightly. It didn't slow her down luckily and she lunged at the goat's throat with the grace of a hunter.

The beast, now weakened, slowed its pace. Now, the two huntresses could finish it off quickly, as was the humane thing to do.