Dawnlark Plains hop-frog

she steps onto the plains and howls for @Tulimaq, @Ashlar, @Prophet, @Darkclaw, and @Mori.

a pack hunt will commence.

she's found a band of mule deer, come down from the mountains, grazing among the sparse greenery tucked away in the low portion of the plains. and there's an ailing doe; she's old, and weak.

perfect fodder.

they start a bit at her howl, but she's far enough away that they merely scatter and then cease, glancing around, alarmed.

she sinks into the tall, frosted grass, waiting.

they settle.

it's time.