Porcupine Ridge artemis

She gave one last glance toward Dreven, before falling in alongside the seer like a good little listener, lanky man of shadow that he was, and wondered if she could keep pace with limbs longer than her own.

Ah, but the imminent taste of goat was enough to spurr her energy, she did not know the intricacies of tactic, only that put most simply, don't let the bastard get away. She let him choose the target, waited, watched his muscles tense in anticipation before the explosion of the chase would begin.

She did like this, in these moments where she couldn't feel the weight of tired limbs or quick breaths, only sensation was sight; latched on the scattering beasts. Not bison. Far less daunting. She wanted to rip into them, but for now, she'd follow the leader. Keep corralling them, using the land to their surroundings, taking control away from the prey.