Noctisardor Bypass the world is illogical

Crëyr's brain gears started to move once Shadow had finished speaking. A calf. Calves weren't significantly speedy, nor were they remarkably slow, but Shadow had mentioned that this particular calf was limping, resulting in the possibly beneficial delay of its movements. They needn't wear it down, then.

She peered at the map the Alpha had drawn once again. The petite Welsh would be the one concealed in the trees, ready to pounce at the calf whenever it neared— though there was a possibility it would change directions, as it would be able to smell her if she was not careful. Her mind told her that she would make sure that something like that wasn't going to happen, though, so briefly she let the thought slip past.

The delicate female looked up. She'd done this multiple times with the Awyrseren Disgyn, she'd do it again with her new pack members. Quickly Crëyr started voicing out everything she'd thought of previously, and promptly added a small suggestion-statement. "We'll close in on it, forming something that'll resemble a triangle. I can tell that this calf is not one that is significantly hard to defeat, which results in multiple effective options that are offered to us."