Despite her anticipation, she remained calm, lying in wait. Once the sound of her call startled the herd into frantic action, it was not up to her but to the snowy reaper weaving her way through the herd. The Nomad watched with interest at the skill of the smaller girl, her more agile form put to better use than her bulky mass. Patience would be the anchor keeping her rooted close to the ground though her digits wriggled anxiously to take the ground beneath them. Constantly she had to remind herself as feral envy reared that her role was to deal the killing blow, not chase the prey down. What good would it have done either of them to chase down the prey together? How could both down the prey if their energy was exhausted?
The signaling howl pressed the hunter’s ears back against her skull, her body further concealed as she sank deeper into the lush grasses. Her sights too spied the lame doe and her maw fashioned with deadly fangs drew into a wicked smile. She need only wait a moment, just until the frightened female was within range to take her throat. Kiara did well to keep her in range, herding the elk toward inevitable death. And then like a shot from the ground, the woman sprang with claws bared and teeth unfurled for the opened throat. As the beast turned, X’yrin latched onto her shoulder using her immense weight to topple the beast off balance. Her teeth may not have made their mark in the ambush, but they would certainly now.
X’yrin lept from the body before it fell on top of her, then spared no time in closing in on its throat. While the beast was down, she trusted her companion to subdue its futile attempts of escape whilst her jaws clasped around the braying animal’s throat and snapped through its windpipe, permanently silencing its mournful wails.