(374) ♥ Kind of ppish in assuming they moved about the same time Myri did, a moment later? PM if needs editses.
Myrika is by Raze!
The younger coyotes were quiet and professional, spreading out to cover their ground. Myrika wasn't exactly sure what to expect -- they weren't children anymore, any of them, but neither were they experienced adults. She remembered her own days of young adulthood as being filled with folly and certainty of her prowess, when in reality she had been little better than a pup. These canines were different, however -- perhaps it was Inferni, or perhaps she just had a poor perspective on herself at that age. Myri couldn't be certain.
There was stillness and quiet in the air as the quartet of canines slipped amongst the deer. Myrika's bright turquoise eyes appraised them each carefully, along with her nose and ears -- she smelled for the scents of old blood, injury and illness; she listened for the sounds of a gait just slightly off-kilter. These animals were winter-hardy, but they were also weary. There was less forage in the cold season, and the big deer were showing this fact of the seasons in their slimmer bodies.
The red-hued coyote finally sought one her instincts told her was a better chance than the rest: an older sow, her left rear foot lagging oddly as she meandered through the snows. Her head was down, and she seemed in pain -- a choice target for coyotes hoping for the best success. There was no telling which would present as the most opportune in the heat of the hunt, though, and Myri made no signal toward an individual. Instead, the tawny coyote slid from the underbrush on four paws, her big ears pricked upward.
A few of the herd lifted their heads, looking toward her. Though they gave a snort of alarm, the herd itself did not move -- one coyote, wolf-sized as she was, was hardly a threat to these creatures. For a moment Myri pondered whether appearing in her two-legged form would make a difference or not: was the upright posture forgotten with man, or did some instinct still drive prey to wariness? She did not have long to ponder this, for the herd's alarm had presently grown, and they were beginning to move, slow at first, and then almost panicking.
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