Herbalists' Cache LXV

They were a small party but they were enough.  The hunt lead’s keen eye chose a target and Wealda watched him for direction, deferring to his decisions in this arena.  

He and Mulherin would drive the others apart.  Redd, for her part, snapped at the heels of the one they had chosen to drive it further in a panic from the rest.  She did not seek to draw blood yet; it would be premature to attack alone.  She only frightened it with the glint and snap of fangs.