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

for a moment sivaak’s form became eclipsed by mounds of snow. when she emerged it was with the dangerous power of a charging bull, snow flung behind her.

the herd scattered in a chain reaction of clattering hoofbeats against the snowpack. sobeille instinctively flattened her form to the ground, inching forward as a plains creature might towards its prey.

several elk galloped past, eyes rimmed in white as they startled and leapt over her. sobeille’s focus remained on the barreling sivaak, who coursed the smaller caribou from its fellows.

sobeille burst from cover as the caribou veered close; her lips contorted in a concentrated yet silent snarl as teeth clung for the upended arch of its neck.

inexperience in her timing, sobeille’s deathblow fell short. instead of jugular, she managed to seize the skin just behind the caribou’s elbow. clenching her jaws with her might entire sobeille attempted to drag their quarry down, knowing it was now all up to sivaak if they ate a warm meal tonight.