Ravensblood Forest skaigona

Blended in with the pack, Thresher followed the pale huntress, nose to the ground as she went. Her ears flicked forward, attentive for instruction, and she nodded and moved as she was guided. She was eager to hunt and feast upon something large and warm; seafood was delicious, but sometimes nothing could really beat something fresh, warm, and from the land. Grass-fed, the caribou would be excellent food for them. 

Thresher listened, brimming with anticipation. The would target the injured one, but the other might put up a fight, and would need to be drawn away. Both of them had long, curved antlers that would have a terrible reach, if they should lash out. When roles were proposed, Thresher knew which role she would prefer- but she felt it might be best if she weighed the skills of those around her. All were medium in sized, and the majority of them were slim. None among them were brawn and brute strength. All of them seemed more suited to the chase, rather than the tangle of bringing down the prey and she assumed that among them all, she and Bartholomew might be the eldest. As such, she assumed they might have had more experience hunting large game than the others. 

"I will go for the stag," She said, and gave Heda a smile and bob of her head, grateful that she had taken up the role of leading the chasers who would keep the female away. Then, she waited to hear who might be on her team.