Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

Everest tried to absorb as much as she could from Ishara as she gave a quick instruction. Everest was smart enough to pick up the gist of it and wen to ask where she should try and bite, but Ishara was off like a bullet, and understandably so. Well, here goes nothing! She had seen some of the older hunters in her old pack hunt before, so maybe Everest could hunt like they did. The young girl went off to her left a bit, slightly down like Ishara was so as not to spook the herd. Once Everest could no longer see Ishara, a spike of nervousness jumped to her throat, but a quick hard swallow kept it down. Everest was behind the majority of the herd now, trying to spot a weaker Pronghorn like Ishara had mentioned. However, it wasn't long before the herd was up and moving, and a shouted command from Ishara was issued. 

Instinct took over and Everest was also off. The stumbling of the one Pronghorn didn't go without notice. Everest put the punch on speed to try and catch up, snow making it just a touch difficult. With bounding leaps, Everest moved to the left side of the Pronghorn, hovering in the area near the hindquarter, but still out of kicking distance. A pink tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as eyes examined the motion on the body, seeing every muscle flex and move, looking for any sign of weakness or injury. A flash of movement took her by surprise. "Woah! That was close!" A leg flew over her head before returning to the snow. Everest had thankfully dodged it and lowered her head. When a second kick came up, Everest waited for the right moment before grabbing it with her teeth as the foot came back down. Perhaps if she could just slow it down enough, that would be plenty.

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