Broken Antler Fen tossed in a cell to feast with the fleas

Dirge did not wait long, the silver sister sidling up next to him soon enough after she had wound her way around the herd and then doubled back. Now a safe way from the bucks, especially the one she had come so close to startling, Keres stretched her form into a downward dog pose, before shifting to stretch out her back legs as well so that some of the tension that had built would leave her body.

Not too bad, She offered, shaking herself out. Only saw one other bull. A few sick or limping too. All in all, not too sizeable of a group. Not as big as some of the herds she had seen, that was for sure. Should we bother running these ones back toward the Spear? Keres asked, looking to her brother, ears cupping to catch his response.