Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

The pronghorn were going about their business, not startled by the second coming of another predator in the distance. In the peripheral of her silver gaze, Zsuzsa catches sight of a tawny female to join. At first, it looked like the female she hunted within Boartusk Heights, but quickly deciphered from the color of this female’s intense amber gaze and heavy accent this wasn’t her. She also smelled of a scent very unfamiliar to Zsuzsa, something not of this region.
 
As the female offered her services, Zsuzsa nodded in silence. The Acolyte was feeling rather generous lately partnering up with other wolves not of the Saints to hunt and willing to even share the bounty, considering the coming Winter was a challenging time for all. ”Lets… creep closer and get to the left of them.” Zsuzsa said in a whispered tone as she proceeded to skulk forward toward the herd.