Dawnlark Plains hop-frog

eek sorry to hold this up! I was going to roll for whether or not the doe got away, but since it's been so long, let's take 'er down, kids!

the lick of flame, flanked by two lanky shadows;

they soon overwhelm the doe and she is panicked, the whites of her eyes showing, kicking up snow as she runs. Avicus surges forward, her obedient hunters not far behind. 

as she chases, her eyes flicker across the horizon, seeking—the bulky forms of Ulfhedinn and Berserkr, of valiant Augur;

she finds the first of these and knows he will not disappoint.

barking a wordless command to the pair beside her, she starts to herd the doe closer to Tulimaq, hoping that the others in wait will take the signal and join him there. they come closer, closer still; the deer's hooves so near the wind in their wake whistles in her ears. . .

she dares not strike too soon, only lunging for a flank when they are nearly upon the other wolves.