Qeya River a pack of dogs

she mimics the chieftain's leap with one of her own, sinking into the snow only a moment before she is bounding after, trailing sun eater. she remains near him, emphasizing his strength with snaps of her jaws as the herd begins to stir, and then flee.

the wounded cow is easy to pinpoint, limping along at the back of the herd. ishmira ignores temptation, conscious of appearing disobedient. the chieftain did not tell her to split, and so she will not-- even if blackfell's method seems to be more fun. her tongue lolls from the side of her mouth, white teeth on display as she curls her lip and snaps at the air. it is important that their target is not evident until the majority of the herd has moved on.