Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

The whoop from Ishara only fueled the girl on more as the hunt continued, until finally a dark colored shadow launched itself into the Pronghorn, knocking them sideways. The wrestling match was on, and Everest did her best to prevent the creature from getting back up. Mostly, the girl kept fangs on the creature's legs, and interrupting any attempts on standing back up. Eventually, fangs moved from legs to hip, and Everest used her bodyweight to help hold the creature down, even as it cried out it's pleas for freedom. Freedom wouldn't come, however.

Once the Pronghorn stilled and Ishara complimented Everest on her efforts, the girl could sit back and catch her breath. "Whew! Well, I suppose it's from all the running I've been doing from home." she said in between panting breaths. "Maybe I gained some stamina or something." Ears were relaxed and a pleased expression with lolled out tongue enveloped her face. Everest thought back to the areas she had traveled from and the different terrain. While she didn't necessarily sprint, unless she was running from danger, perhaps the changing environments helped challenged her body enough so that speed came naturally after. "You're not too bad yourself! I've never seen anyone tackle food like that before."

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