Honeyed Pasture niqi

She mirrored his smirk, slightly. "I can wait a little longer. Long enough to bag us this meal, that is." She kept her voice at that same quiet tone as before. The Tundrian had never hunted with Selamuit before. In fact, it had been some time since she had hunted with anyone at all. She had almost gotten used to going after smaller game on her own. Knowing that today, they were targeting something more substantial, well, it thrilled her.

Deliberately, she followed his every move with her eyes. Watching his form, how he conducted himself in creeping further out into the open. Every wolf was different, she knew. Either due to their build and size, or be it their preference of tactics. She smiled to herself, pleased at his soundless step. His alabaster coat though, may serve as a white flag in the golden grasses.

Ducking down low by a few inches, Keyni slinked up alongside him. She used a series of long, rapid strides. The grays, silvers and fawns of her coat broke up her image more in the grass. Despite her heavily furred paws, she moved in relative silence. She grumbled at seeing the tall grasses grow shorter further out. Less cover. "We'll have to tire it out. Where do excel better in? Strength or speed?" She whispered.