Moonspear naunt

She fell into step at once behind him. Silent and wordless. Their voices were not needed here. The most skillful hunters communicated non-verbally. Knowing what their team mates were thinking. Able to anticipate what they would do, and when. This occasion would be a fine test of how synchronized a team the Seal Hunter and the Star Queen could be.

Her experience with pigs was limited. She had been educated that they were flighty, panicky little morsels. Cautioned of their tusks, and even hooves. The mini sabers their prey wielded, she would harvest. Save for later and grind the points down to blunt tips. Safe enough to use as decorations or perhaps toys, when the puppies were old enough. An Archer believed nothing of a kill should go to waste.

She flagged her shadowed tail once. A signaling banner, as she veered to the side. Her intent clear, to get ahead of the pig and cut off it's escape route. It would bolt once the pale hunter closed in.