Sunset Valley swison

heda stood with all her might and wanted trained toward the white wolf and the caribou.
druid's rushed whisper and the subsequent touch snapped her back to present. impatiently, she swung her head toward nyra, and then her eyes widened. "whoa! i've never seen someone with so many," she whispered back, looking past her sister to see what mireille made of the cat-killer.
the strange hunter was calling to them again. his first sentence clenched the girl's stomach with disappointment. but she tried to look for the baby caribou now, tail lashing when she spotted tinier hooves and smaller legs behind the protective bodies of the adult animals.
it is a time to observe and learn
heda nodded, still tasting the bitterness of it. he invited them to join, but his eyes were cold when he set them on her. she swallowed and gestured to her sister and mireille to follow. they would keep pace on the ridge. 
and they would stay back.
"i wanted to chase one," she mumbled to both of the other girls, not truly expecting an answer.