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Jaden pulled back his bowstring slowly and watched for any movement in his target, any sign that the moose and her young might be aware of the archer’s presence. Both calves and mother continued to eat despite the deadly arrow trained on them. But there was much more than just the Alpha’s sharp arrow set and ready to fly forth. He knew his pack lay in wait for the signal to attack. He could smell them. They were no doubt concealed too and probably even closer than he was.

The members of Sangi’lak had awoken early that morning to find themselves still surrounded by strange land. For Jaden it had been an odd feeling to open his eyes and not be in his den, to not be basking in the pleasant scents of wet rock, dry volcanic sand, and his lovely fellow leader. Even the undeniable stench of little Sira had begun pushing into familiarity. The bitter, muddy smell of earth and lively scent of cooled nature were almost a shock to the sense compared to the tang of Ton’Immerk, of home.

But, the land quickly began to warm with the rising sun. It was only an hour or two after first light when the temperature began to rise above comfortable for the thick furred Alaskan. No doubt animals and canines blessed with shorter coats like Sangi’lak’s resident jackal were perfectly comfortable but Jaden was panting considerably to help cool his body as it heated from constant running. Being stuck on two legs had perks but traveling wasn’t one of them. He now fully respected just how much work two extra paws in motion did. It would be nice to finally fall into his quadruped form again but he had decided to only try shifting after the pack finally took down their prey on this hunt. Doing so any sooner would be useless at his point because he would have to take the time to switch back before he could arm his bow.

The pack stayed together before finding the scent of prey. They all had to move at a steady jog while searching in order for their two legged alpha to keep up. But once that scent was found, the pack broke into a run. A predetermined plan then fell into place they had all formulated before setting out. The pack would find their chosen quarry and get into position for an ambush while waiting for Jaden to catch up. By the time he found them, the others should have had ample time and get ready so that he could fire his arrows at the prey and signal their attack.

So now they found themselves here right on the edge of their climax. It had only taken the Issum a minute or two to maneuver into position. He kept his eyes glued to the prey and watched to make sure they took no notice of the quiet and low moving silhouette. He even silently stepped over a concealed body unaware of whether he or she had taken notice of their alpha for his thoughts were so concentrated. The perfect vantage point came to him and he drew his bow in the shadow of a large tree. He could feel the beat of his heart hammering through his palm and into the bow. He struggled to slow his breathing for a steady shot. The tension in the air was tangible as his sights found one of the younger moose. Only the mother and her two developing youngsters seemed oblivious to the death that was about to settle upon them.

Targets: Three moose; one mother at 320kg (700lbs),

and two calves at 90kg (200lbs) each

Action:Preparing to Attack/Signal Pack

Injury done to Animal(s): None Yet

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

Sorry about the length :> PGP + 8 Words - 800+

Jaden was aware of the Lambda a few minutes before he maneuvered into position. He was quiet enough despite the limp he had. It was no doubt that limp which caused him to fall behind and accompany his two legged Alpha. That is what he assumed anyway. The lighter colored wolf’s motives were certainly not centered on pleasant conversation. X’ies had been given the position of watching and ensuring everything flowed nicely and according to the plan. It was a respectable role and, even if Jaden didn’t like the wolf much, he had a sharp mind ideal for the job.

The observer was silent enough while he followed Jaden into position. He thought things must have been flowing smoothly for the other stayed silent. But that silence was falsely read and when he did speak it was at the worst possible time. With the arrow drawn it was only a matter of which second would be the last calm moment of this moose family. He was ready to let it fly and call in the hungry jaws of his pack when X’ies spoke softly to him. The suggestion was one he didn’t need to hear. Though not all were as skilled with their words as X’ies, Jaden was a skilled hunter. He didn’t need to be instructed on how to take down his prey. But he didn’t bother correcting his observer. The tension in his arms holding back a deadly projectile encouraged the idea that too many words would sour this moment and cost the group a fine hunt. No, he would keep the already made decision and his words to himself.

X’ies was right: the mother would stay for her calves. But she wouldn’t abandon one over the other. Only one of the young needed to be injured right off the start. The second arrow would be needed for the mother herself. Even if they could strand the mother, she was a incredibly dangerous beast. Trapping her in a corner and attacking her young would only increase that danger tenfold. It would only take one swift kick from such a beast to maim one of Jaden’s pack mates. One calf who had a small chase of possibly escaping wasn’t as valuable as weakening their main target. It might run, but not far, not being so young. This creature hadn’t been out of its mother’s shadow. It couldn’t possibly stray very far without fear or hesitation.

He took one last breath and held it. X’ies had been given enough time to finish his planning. The time for carnage had come. A sharp air-splitting sound rang through the air and was the signal for Sangi’lak’s hunters to strike. It was the first arrow and it flew with exact accuracy. The shaft lodged itself deep into the shoulder of the nearest calf with a sickening thud that sent the 200 pound creature stumbling right off of its feet. The mother whipped its attention to its injured kin and gave a loud, whistling bugle in shock. Jaden had another arrow ready in less than three seconds, no doubt just before the first attack of his fellow hunters would land. He let it fly too and struck the mother right in her exposed body as she moved to shield her wounded calf. The arrow sunk deep between two of her front ribs and slipped into a lung. An deliciously damaging shot.

That was two targets the archer had hit and the last was now absolutely terrified. It cowered behind its wounded mother only long enough to hear her choked calls of fear as she noticed the wolf pack now charging from the brush. The young one turned and dashed away at a surprisingly quick speed. Jaden started after it even before he had an arrow rearmed. The unwounded calf ran away from a nightmarish reality. It ran away from attacking wolves, but not Jaden. It hadn’t seen him in the trees and didn’t have the brains to understand where the arrows that wounded his family had come from or their trajectory. This quite simply meant Jaden didn’t have to cut past a furious moose mother to give chase.

He ran after it and watched carefully for an opening. Blood and adrenaline beat fiercely beneath his fur and muscle. His mind was completely focused, something he had only felt bloodlust and battle could bring about. The shortened step that signaled what he knew was coming was all he needed. Jaden slid to a halt and brought his arrow to bear as the scared moose slowed to look back at the scene it was trying to escape. The arrow flew, but the archer didn’t watch to ensure he hit his mark. Dropping the bow and quickly trying to get out of his straps and sheaths, he began to rapidly change from two legs down to four. Instinct demanded it. He had been stranded far too long in a civilized body. Today he would change or he would break himself trying.

Action(s): Three arrows fired, started shift to secui

Injury done to Prey: Disabled calf due to arrow

threw the front right shoulder, mother wounded

by arrow through the ribcage, last arrow undetermined

(left up to any possible pursuer of final calf)

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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The feeling of bone twisting under flesh as it reshaped and moved into new places was foreign after so long without shifting. Jaden fell forward with breath held and watched as his fingers shrunk from opposable digits into strong toes meant for running. All the while his body realigned he was paying special attention to the bones in his chest. There was stress on them as they shifted and he just dreaded the crunch that might come as the cracked and broke once more. But none came. Moments after dropping his bow, the alpha looked up to see little Sira padding her way back toward him with shame on her features. It wasn’t her fault. Had his last arrow hit the calf wouldn’t have escaped. If anything, she was brave for going after prey that easily outweighed her. He could probably catch up to it if their need for the meat was dire enough but doing so would greatly separate him from his other fellow hunters.

So he gave up on it. Now with the power of his husky four legged form harnessed, Jaden spun around and charged back to where the mother was wrestling with X’yrin and X’ies. The injured little calf was trying to get away now too. It limped slowly in an aimless direction and watched helplessly as its mother was torn into by vicious predators. There was no mercy in his jaws for the injured meat before him. An extra moment of life was granted simply so the archer could ensure that he didn’t impale himself on his own arrow. Then leapt forward with jaws wide and caught the little thing by the throat. His weight was easily enough to take it down. On impact he clamped his teeth down. They fell together and the tang of blood that was already heavy on the air met Jaden’s tongue. Though wounded the moose was still full of energy. It kicked at him and scored a nice hit or two on his back legs but couldn’t escape. Jaden paid no mind to the impacts that would leave fine bruises in his adrenaline high. The struggling body beneath him only warranted more savage biting. The obsidian maw tore back and forth with furious vigor. Blood filled his maw and ran down his neck. The beat of his prey’s heart could be felt in the warm crimson that gushed against his gums. The animal began to slow in its struggling but he held tight and wouldn’t relent until he couldn’t felt the fleeting rhythm of life in it.

Action(s): Shifted to Secui and attacked injured calf

Injury done to Prey: Killing bit to the neck

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.