Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

Heph saw the approaching cliff and watched out of the corner of her eye as Colt positioned himself in the midst of all of them. The screaming panic made the blood pounding in her ears go hot but she held her flanking position until they were closer to the edge. At the last moment she surged forward, barking and snarling and snapping this time directed towards a female attempted to dart to the side. Tasting only the barest graze of blood she skidded to a halt before she too could go tumbling off the ledge seeing the three bodies laid out on the bottom.

"Hopefully we can get down a bit more safely." Her voice was high and breathless from the chase but undeniably in high spirits. She had never hunted like that before and it had been an exhilarating chase having so many bodies moving in the rush of it all.