Silver Moraine the right clothes and the right appearance

the hunt with black scar and sivaak, sobeille had watched.

and she learned much, observing the synergy between two practiced killers.

now it was her hour to show this gleaned knowledge. she prowled forth, waiting -- and when sivaak's harsh command rose over the milling beasts she burst from her vantage at a full sprint towards the circling herd.

each time one came she drove it back with a snap of teeth. they were flighty and quick; a snort here as they pirouetted away, long limbs carrying them to safety.

one had split from the others. in his panic he ran towards sobeille.

sharing one last glance towards yura, sobeille lunged for his face to drive him towards the duo.

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in short order he was felled.

sivaak ate first, then yura and sobeille.

sobeille learned much in that hunt - how to drive prey, how to move, how they thought and fled —

she ate with savage gusto, and began the long task of cacheing their kill.