With great effort she waited, hearing as the chaising had already started, the red flag wouldn't take long as well. And then, Seymour's cry filled the air and her ears, and the adrenaline rush was intense in her veins. She let go, and the arrow flew, straight and blinding fast, hitting hard on a tree's trunk behind the weak dove. She snarled with the missed attack, but didn't care for long. Her prey runned away with skinny legs along with the moving herd, startled with the arrow. Catherine's gaze on it hadn't take long. She slowly went towrad the ground, jumping from branch to branch, closening to the waiting mare. When she was in the closest branch from the horse, only two meters from them, she jumped and landed softly on Bluma's back, that snorted with the impact and then fastened in a crazy gallope behind the leaded herd. The woman then found, in the corner of her emerald eye, Oce's brownish fur as she darted with the other runners. Then, Catherine grabbed another arrow and tryed to send it to the same dove that started to slow behind the others. She couldn't get a good aim with the shaking Bluma's race was making, her limbs trembling, but making the best effort, and sent the arrow into the air. It missed again, but landed in the haunch of the deer in front of the dove. At least it wasn't worthless.
Catherine noticed they were getting too close from the herd and the other runners, and she pushed the halter's rope, the mare slowing the pace to a normal gallope, a trotte and a normal walk, breathing quickly with the effort. The wolfess remembered of Dawali's strategy, and she wasn't really sure what role she was performing. In one hand, she had half-heartedly leaded the herd to the trap, but in the other hand, had attacked. It rather thrilled her, so she decided to stay behind. With one hand, she rubbed the horse's neck, in soothing movement, just waiting to watch the show about to succeed with the attackers, hidding somewhere around there.