Dawnlark Plains XXXVIII

Ancelin didn’t even turn to acknowledge her- and to rile her further, he even spoke to the chubby seawolf, who looked more flustered and frightened than before. She huffed. 

She searched for Relic’s eye, but found him focused. She smiled lightly; he did have a certain, menacing look about him when he shut out everything and set himself up as a sniper, ready to fire. 

Augur motioned to her and she frisked forward, eyes glinting as she reined in her enthusiasm as well as she could. She uttered a nearly imperceptible growl to Relic, chuffing as well to Lycabas who had also been chosen to join Augur to head the chase. Avicus as well, the red huntress a natural choice for such a move.

Once the predators made themselves known, the prey moved to shield their vulnerable. Their horns were short, but wicked- and they carried great heft with their thick shoulders. With a flick, Lilia thought a wolf could be tossed metres into the air if they got caught. They could be trampled underfoot, if they tripped. Pushed into the earth by a broad and stony forehead.

Still- with danger came thrill, and Lilia was keen to keep pace with Augur, trailing only inches from his side, maintaining the distance between them so they might spear the herd with the unrelenting savagery of snarls and flashing teeth. 

A split in the herd appeared as Ancelin led his crew toward the herd, and Lilia took a great breath- readying herself to charge after Augur, and toward the chosen cow once her position was revealed.