The Sentinels shocked by the relative size of brazil

Visala was no use in a hunt, it was hard to be when you couldn't see what you were chasing outside of a blur. Still, when Sam called she came with the hope of snagging some of the carcass when all was done.

Standing at the tree line, her ears twitched waiting to hear any sign of what was happening in the grassy fields. The sound of clomping hooves and the cries of a buck told her that, for now, things were going well.