Ocean's Breath Plateau You Reap What You Sow Violent Boy

Heph stayed to the rear, ready to avoid the flying hooves of their quarry, yet keeping her eyes on the flanks where a dark pelt would be running. She let the call of the chase wash over her, it would make it easier to turn on their comrade and she would need the rush of blood to do it if she wanted to be of any use. When travelling she far preferred to outstrip any of those troubled by her presence and she had, thankfully, prior to this, not had much calling to come to the defense of her home.

But she nodded and positioned herself, allowing her gaze to linger on the prey, dark pelt on the edges never out of her awareness.