The Sunspire [m] rawhide

( there was a part which had hoped for protest- )

gud. curt nod, and the huntress took to the mountain. followed, unusually.

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the change was gradual; stiffness fading into determination. tracker's mindset. her sense of scent was good, but medalina sough by sight - droppings, salt-licks, horn-marks, hoofprints.

would have swept by each, but she paused for the other. see, the huntress spoke through these, a billy, poorly fed, supplementing his diet though minerals. easy kill.

impossible to convey more intricate thoughts, of how this male might've been paired with the killed one, moving on to less lush grounds in response to a hunter's presence - but she hadn't the words.

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коза - midway up a jagged cliff face, browsing rare growths and seeking enriching stones.

eyes swept fast. too steep a climb further up. a hunter's path - but her gait would be uncertain, her size an issue. would it take too long to circle up to...

remembering the other, medalina turned.

yu- ap. in a whisper. her foreleg gestured. hant daun. ai dead it. kveshchn?

if they actually bang after this