Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

Procuring a meal soon took up all her focus; it was hard not to salivate once they got close enough to smell their prey. Thankfully, the wind was in their favor, and the pronghorns were still none the wiser to their presence.

"Well," said Easy, fighting the narrowing of her focus so that she could instruct the young woman, "Keep away from the back legs as much as you can. Their hooves are strong and sharp. We'll pick off the slowest or the weakest — or sometimes just the most unlucky — and do our best to slow it down. Wounds that will make it bleed, and injuries that might hobble it."

She tore her gaze away from the pronghorns to smile and Everest.

"Here: I want you to go around them. Swing wide, and come at them from behind. If we can confuse them for a moment, that might be all we need."

After sending Everest on her way, Easy moved into a better position. It was hard to see where the other female was once they got a certain distance away, so she watched the sentinel instead. It was obvious when the pronghorn noticed her company — her body stilled and her ears pinned, and suddenly, the whole herd was up and moving. Easy was too, though, aiming for one of the females that'd stumbled just a little as she stood. She was a step behind the rest of them, and suffered a vicious bite to her hamstring for the delay.

"Keep up with her!" Easy called, already scrambling after their escaping meal.