Like a wildfire gone rogue, he blazes a path through the row of oak and pine. Weaving between their sturdy trunks, ducking to dodge low-hanging branches. And with a burst of speed, he lurches forwards, oh so close to snagging one of those limbs and locking his jaws around it.
He does not succeed, as both himself and the elk nearly topple over a piece of the night sky. Grey leaps over the woman last second, eyes wide and withers risen—barely avoids careening into her side and ruining the hunt. Her voice is shrill as she shrieks. If he weren't on the move, he would be teased her for it.
She joins his hunt, charges after the yearling as it veers back toward the open meadow. With a soured hiss, Grey Shrike follows.
Cut it off!He barked, hoping the woman had half the brain to obey.
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common • sharadoii
Rourke is welcome in all threads.