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Saxif was taking the “back seat” for now she was fine with that. She was the hunter in this party and figured her time would come her moment to shine would arrive. Even so if she got to hunt she would be happy with that as well. J’adore had a sound plan new the area better so now all she needed to do was spot the right target place herself in prime position and strike. She knew they were near; the delicious scent of the creatures filled her nostrils even more. Her mouth watered and heartbeat rose even before they fell into their site. It was a large herd she had smiled at the sight. Their bodies filled a small clearing, head and antlers rising every now and again as they chewed grass.
She rolled her fingers anxiously as she gripped her spear firmly. This was what she lived for this feeling inside that was building, the anticipation of the hunt. It was her drug her addiction and the best thing about it was that it was on that provided the pack with sustenance. If she got the killing blow on today’s prey it would be her first large game kill she would be able to claim her first heart as it was tradition of her family. She hoped she would get the honor she would almost guarantee it if given the go ahead. Soon the games would begin, the slow road behind them the quick to come… the fun.
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