Elk hunt, anyone? Asha is located on the outermost borders of the Serena Reserve that isn't claimed by AniWaya, so anyone is welcomed to join. Not sure how popular all welcome threads are here, but I'm going to give it a shot!
It was high afternoon, with the skies gray and the snow falling at a steady pace. The lands of the reserve were naturally quiet as always; the only sounds given were that of frequent, gentle songbirds, or distant calls of canines or other creatures that prowled. Although the familiar hawk of her Spirit Guide was not present, she could hear his soft whispers in the corner of her ear as if Jaya had been perched upon her shoulder, urging her to go forth on a particular path to where up ahead a mile or so there was opportunity to catch prey. The red she-wolf had been tracking after a band of wapiti since she first picked up their trail and scent near Grandfather's Tears. The wapiti were a special offering in these areas, due to the fact that they were only abundant in these parts from the chain linked fences that still surrounded the borders (which were curious contraptions to the Amara female). There was a particular herd that she was following, composed of two strong bucks, a seasoned doe, and one juvenile that looked a little lanky. Asha had no interest for the largest of the bucks and the youngest little juvenile, but the middle buck and the seasoned doe were figures of prime interest.
Her equine had been left about a mile back or so, for traveling upon foot would be a much more swift method of hunting (and would reduce the noise of her following the herd). In her grasp was her special crafted bow, coupled with three arrows. It had been a particular weapon that had been of great use to her since her journey outside AniWaya, although it would be soon time to craft another one for her liking. For now, it would suffice. Her amber eyes were intensely focused ahead, as her slim and small figure wove around trees and dashed across little open fields in the forest, keeping as low and stealth as possible. The wapiti didn't seem to notice her yet, and were moving at a consistent, mild pace in possible migration to find better grazing grounds. It would come to a point, however, where the herd would temporarily settle among a small clearing. One of the bucks had shown interest in something that was beneath the blanket of snow, and instantly began to graze upon the grounds. Hiding crouched behind a large sort of coniferous tree, the Ayastigi observed them in silence for a moment. There could be a good shot made from here, but then again, maybe even something a little higher up would suffice? The Amara remained in her place, silently contemplating what possible strategy could be used to get the best and cleanest kill possible.
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