Dawnlark Plains XXXVIII

Since the battle with the bear, Cherub's Wing had not been able to partake very much in hunting, one of her favorite pastimes. Small prey was able to elude her more often now and her frustration was mounting -- her morale low.

But she would not pass up the chance to participate in a pack hunt. She kept pace behind the traveling Sapphique wolves, until they converged with the Redtails on the ridge. She looked at the strong, determined faces on the hunters of the plains and then to the wide-eyed (by comparison) seawolves of her pack.

Wing felt an ember of determination light in her belly as she turned her attentions towards the bison. They were among the largest animals she had ever seen, but just like with the bear, she did not feel deterred. The fear was there, but she would do it anyway. She waited eagerly for their descent.