05-27-2008, 10:42 AM
Deuce moved to help Conri with digging the hole. This was going to be a good hunt, she could feel it in her bones. When the hole was about a foot deep, she stood back, claws at the ready for whatever the other two chased their way. It was simple, she supposed. Hamstring then slit the throats. A slash to the legs than the throat. Simple and easy. She hoped.