Horizon Ridge Niptaruk

Lane noted when the arctic hunter slowed; they must be nearing the sounder, then. She slunk past her hunting partner, knowing this was her part of the plan to fulfill. The woman wove deftly in and out of the grasses and rocky debris that made up the ridgeline. 

She halted. 

The sounder rustled through the underbrush just north of her position, where the trees were thickest. In the darkness, she could only see a collection of shadowed movements. A few quiet grunts met her ears. 

The darkness was no problem. She didn't need to see the whole sounder; she only needed to see one...

And there he was. 

There wasn't anything in particular that set this boar apart or marked him as an easy target, save for the fact that he was the one that was currently positioned furthest from the herd, at the edge of the copse where the treeline met the beach. 

Lane charged, intending to drive a wedge between the lone boar and the sounder, forcing him to run out onto the open beach, where he would be an easy target for the arctic hunter who lay in wait.