Hushed Willows cause he can't compete with a man like me

not until sivaak lowered her immense frame to the snow was sobeille reminded of their size disparity. they hunkered down in the bend of a low rise, their hungry eyes peering at the milling bodies in the distance.

sobeille had lost her nerve at the big hunt. seeing ameline there, knowing what athalia had spoken of -- had churned something in the pit of her belly. hunting was too dangerous a sport to half-commit. sobeille recognized this, and when the residual shame of seeing ameline faded, she'd slipped away.

now she faced the caribou again, with a different kind of hunter. this one told her to mind the weak, and it seemed a great shame to sobeille that caribou did not operate as seals or wolves. why did they not band together? they were many times her size -- why would they let one fall prey when their bodies could be walls and their heads held sharp spikes?

she watched, mulling over. she was too green a terrestrial hunter to have a keen eye for lameness yet, but she saw one smaller than the others milling near the fringe.

what about dat one?