Ouroboros Spine I just want to start a flame in your heart

rolled a 4 = the hunt goes well for them!

 

Wilwarin bobbed her downy head, shooting her brother a toothy grin before turning and squirming from the bush's confines. The brumal sprite's movements were exaggerated as she crept downwind, circling around the grazing goats with utmost care -- determined not to mess this up. 

Belly pressed low against the ground, the pup inched painstakingly closer as adrenaline swelled in the pounding of her heart, coursing through her veins as she wiggled through the underbrush silently. At last, the ungulate was close enough to see the individual hairs of its coat -- to cloak the girl in its musky scent. 

With a deep breath of steadying courage, Wil burst towards the goat's heels with a frenzy of snapping snarls -- hoping she seemed more fierce than she felt, for her heart raced in fear now that the moment was truly upon her. 

The small herd panicked, the goats bleating and darting in various directions as they scrambled away from the young hunter. Their target dipped towards her, sweeping its short horns dangerously close to Wilwarin's face. She felt the sting of a horn slicing against her cheek as she flinched back. Terrified of being trampled and inexplicably angry at the pain, the runt leapt towards the goat with flashing fangs. 

It wheeled from her, seeming to recognize she was a threat in spite of her size and supposed solitude, and raced towards the bush where Lómion crouched by the grace of the spirits. Wilwarin was quick to pursue, paws scrabbling as she launched after the goat -- nipping at its ankles to herd it along.

When her brother had attacked, Wilwarin latched onto the creature's underbelly -- both children struggling but managing to take it down.