The Sunspire Progressive Leaps

No words were exchanged between the pair. They were waiting on others, hopefully more to arrive so that their chances of a successful hunt would rise. In all honesty, Raheerah was far less a hunter than he was a warrior; his large frame made it difficult to maintain top speeds, but he had the power to take down prey when it was near. The words of the monk, in trying to convince Hawkeye of his merits, rang through his head and would persist as true as they'd always been. He was no good for a clean kill; his teeth too wild, his actions too severe to capture prey without mangling it completely. They would not be so prosperous just the two of them.

Fortunately they would not have to depend on each others skills for this hunt. A third soon appeared, coming noticeable through the snow in his approach. Raheerah fixed his single eye on the male and quietly watched, though when he greeted them, he narrowed his eye and tipped his head in a small nod. He seemed cautious. As he should be. He swung his head to look back at Xi'nuata. "Yyeess." Raheerah answered lowly, craning his neck up higher as he sucked in a breath. As she predicted the scents of deer wore on the wind. They were nearby; if he turned his gaze to the pasture before them, surely he could see them if he were to concentrate. His lips drew back and his teeth parted, and he tasted their perfume on the air. The smell caused his stomach to churn with hunger.

The beast hesitated for a moment. He then glanced to the stranger, holding him steady in his gaze. "Followw myy leead." Was all he spoke, and turned to Xi'nuata with a firm bob of his head. He would lead them to the herd, and allow for Xi'nuata to propose whatever plan it was in her head. Though if she had no plan, Raheerah had developed his own - one way or another, they would be feeding this day. He turned and held himself low, pushing through the snow towards their prey.