Chimera Fields ☾ sätaron

Amidst the bugles and fray, a chuff cut through the thunder of hooves. Miténa flicked an ear in its direction, then followed her eyes to find a woman standing near the tree line. Waiting, watching. The huntress' tail raised and curled over her hind in display. Dominance, for she wouldn't let this hunt be ruined. 

Bitter cold winds bring the scent of milk and pups. Moonbow met the stranger's stare with calm, quiet ferocity. Muzzle jutting after the herd she's corralled from the valley, there's a silent question in her stance. An invitation. Either this woman join the hunt, or be met with Moonbow fang if she dared to interrupt.

Either way, Miténa peeled away, following the line of elk and the spray of fine snow they left in their panic.