Blacktail Deer Plateau PACK HUNT: Prancer was Good Eatin'

Are we still doing rounds? >_>?

As Valtýr eagerly skipped alongside Blue Willow, the dark, and unnamed woman from earlier fell back to join them. Immediately, the boys posture withered in her presence, though he maintained his easy canter to keep up with the pursuit. 'Hey, do you want to help me? I cant take down a whole deer on my own. I'm thinkin that one,' she asked him with good intentions, trying to inspire Valtýr to act upon his confidence. Yet, the moment passed and the teen became wary of breaking position. He gave her an awkward grin, eyeing their quarry hungrily but lacking the resolve to join Kesuk.

Suddenly, everything happened at once. The silver men worked in tandem to harass the doe, but a flying kick pegged Saena square in the head. She collapsed into the snow with a yowl. "Saena!" Valtýr practically shrieked as he watched her go limp, horrified that such a thing had happened on the first hunt he had ever accompanied. While Dante, Finn, and Koda corralled the deer way from the fallen girl, Valtýr and Blue Willow approached her with haste. Soon, the deer's bleating became quiet and pungent blood filled the air, but their success meant nothing to the young Sveijarn who's face was sheet white with concern. He hovered over the pale adolescent, searching for signs of pain, injury, or consciousness.