It is with an instinct she comes. One which she cannot resist.

Already Yaalk'ali is circling the doe. It's both enraged and fearful. For the first time, a battle the doe does not think she will win. Escaping the wild cat had only meant falling to the clutches of another.

The tawny woman is easily spotted in the pale. She moves without an ounce of hesitation, readying herself for a time to strike. She moves like a caribou hunter - but who was Yaal to assume!

At the time, he is dancing around the doe. Quick slices made to her legs. A showing of his speed and agility, where he lacked in brute strength. With a few large warriors, like his half-sister, this hunt could have been a quicker one.

Yaalk'ali is one to savor his hunts. Enjoys to run them down. Enjoys to have them wear their strength until they had nothing left but to fall in defeat. He does not make his kills swift, as he. A sickly relishing to reveal a part of his true, selfish nature.