Dawnlark Plains hop-frog

her pack arrives.

she slinks upon the tall grasses, nudging @Mori, @Ashlar—they will chase. she harries them toward the old doe, cajoling them into action.

a switch hitter—

she glides toward her Ulfhedinn; wait, she tells @Tulimaq; he will be the killing blow. so too will @Prophet, she designates, and @Augur, too;

she falls in step between Ashlar and Mori;

the three of them in line;

coming;

chasing

at the doe's heels

round started! i'll close this round a week from now, 1/28 - no post order!