Redtail Rise LIII

Redd noted the hunt lead’s actions and did not question, though she shifted to the side he did not occupy in the chase in order to snap at the hindquarters.  Her teeth were bloodied, a gaping wound left behind where they’d met.  Redd dropped back to avoid the kick to dislodge her.  It was not worth the risk of holding on; this hunt was one of endurance, not strength.

With only the two of them, she would not be kept at distance.  She had observed the movements of many herds and seen them flee, watched them struggle.  Instinct followed patterns.  She did not fear the hunt so long as her stamina held.