If you don't mind, I'm going to go ahead and let you interpret where Asha's arrow lands (if it happens to strike an elk or not, or maybe even just barely miss Heath!), just to make things more interesting. :3
Her tail flicked absently behind her, as her light beige eyes remained scrutinizing upon the herd before her; sizing up the possibilities of which one to strike, which one would be efficient enough for left overs for the tribe, which one would take the easiest fall at the most profound angle she could strike it at. Serious hunting took patience, calculations, thought, strategy. In most instances you only had one shot and one shot only to obtain your trophy, so the seasoned hunter would realize that the action plan must be thought out thoroughly. Time was of the essence in most situations, but with this one, it seemed that the Ayastigi had some few spare minutes to supplement coming up with a grand scheme of taking down a wapiti. She could already feel her salivate glands begin to water, as she had been anticipating the taste and the sinking of her fangs into their supple flesh, and licking oh so succulently away at their sweet, sweet blood. Everything about her now she could feel sharpen to an even better degree; her eyes honing in more on focus, her nose receptive to their natural scents, her tongue already tasting their soft flesh, as her instinct to hunt began to filter in her veins like a hallucinogenic dosage. She then set her two spare arrows down, in which her fingers deftly began to set up her arrow in her longbow. Her choice was to implant an arrow into the second buck, seemingly as his physique looked strong and nourished; a worthy kill and prize for her tribe. As quietly as she could, she began flexing her arms and raising her longbow in the position to strike.
It would, and could, only take a second for something to suddenly ruin the opportunity.
Her ears had heard the sound of deft paw falls at first, flickering in the direction of the source. It wouldn't be until her eyes would follow, and then from the shade of the trees would come a figure that was lean and made for the very definition of hunting. It was a flash of what was a combination of grays, black, and brown, but of course looked more black than anything as it rushed the herd of wapiti. Instantly did her psyche set for alarm, as her amber eyes widened at the sudden interruption of her hunt. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Gone were the calculations used to make the perfect shot, gone was the calm and collected nature of the scene to where she could make a perfect, clean kill. The wapiti were not foolish creatures, and in the light of such a predator rushing toward them, the elk instantly decided to bolt. Her motives clearly worked on autopilot now, as the red she-wolf then raised from her cover and raised her bow to draw her allow back fully. Asha wasn't about to let them escape without a possible shot made from her, not after the tracking she had done to reach them at this point. Clearly disdained by the other's attempt to hunt them now, Asha drew her arrow back as far as the string would allow before the breaking point, and giving a quick, constant stream of air to blow through her snout, had let the arrow go careening in the very same path the wolf was running on. Whether it would hit a wapiti, miss entirely, or even possibly pierce through the wolf was something that would play out very rapidly in the next scene of things. The wapiti were quick hoofed, and instantly after her first arrow was shot, she would quickly scoop up her other two arrows and then leap out of her hiding to take off after the herd and the wolf chasing after them. Her strategy might have been ruined at the moment, but she wasn't about to give it up entirely yet.
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