Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

When Ishara named the bird, Everest tried to pronounce it in turn, failing of course. "Pen-gah-ween.. uhh.. don't think I'm saying it right. It's definitely not a name I've heard before." she said with a chuckle. "Where do these birds live?" The two continued walking forward as Ishara noted the chipmunk advice for later. Before too long, the woman shrunk down, and Everest followed in suit, unsure of why the sudden crouching. It was made clear shortly after. 

A group of Pronghorn stood fast ahead of them, and Everest took note of the sentinel. This would be the first real mean she had in a while, should they be successful. Like a giddy kid, Everest nodded her head quickly indicating her extreme approval for a quick hunt. "I.. uh.. never really hunted before. Not stuff like this." she whispered. "I might need a pointer or two." Everest was eager, but she also didn't want to muck it up either. Small taps of her front paws as she was crouching further continued to display her interest in having some fresh food.

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