Moonspear naunt

Her heart thrummed, adrenaline streaming through her veins, fueled by the thrill of such a hunt. Together, she and her snowy counterpart worked seamlessly. She smiled, however faint, at the notion. He struck, slicing a deep wound into the hog's shoulder. It's squeal of pain and outrage hurt her ears, but she held her ground.

Like a flowing blot of freshly spilled ink, the Archer broke from her position. Sweeping in to intercept and corner their victim, who still had plenty of fight left in him. Snapping, her open jaws reached to grasp at a meaty haunch. She braced for the pig to whirl on her, surely. But if she could hold on, she might be able to control it long enough for Seal Hunter to inflict serious damage.