Neverwinter Forest She don't fuss, she don't whine

It was a rush of adrenaline. The wind in her fur, the rub of leaves and branches as she ran past, the sound of hooves on the ground. The art of hunt was one she intended to perfect.

It was simple in theory; chase your prey until it was too tired to fight, then bite, bite, bite until it went down. But without the agility, stamina, and patience for such a task, there was no point. One had to be able to swivel around trees and dodge or jump over fallen branches, run long enough to keep the prey in sight, and focus until the job was done.

Hooves were dangerous, a single kick could take you out for a week or two if you were not careful. Eydis kept this close in her mind, remaining a measured distance behind the deer barking and snarling to drive it to continue it's evasion, to scare it away from turning and fighting back just yet.

It was not yet time to strike. Not until the creature had fallen, or found itself too tired to outrun them.