Hunt The instructur said
Hunt he did, moving quietly, quickly, with sharp eyes and ears, ahead of his pack of 3 other cubs.
58 feet to your north east, prey His Sister from Shadows spoke in his mind, soon he would be able to fully call her forth.
The prey was a goat, limbering onwards, wearing its bardiche and gnawing on it as was the wont of its inferior kind, a wound visible. It had fought, and it was wounded.
Shir DemonHis Sister Espered
Understood, we are 4, it is one and unprepared.
Use your weapons, your claws lack cold Iron.
Yes
The pack spread, it charged. 1 of it died, as did the Schir. A success, those who walked in shadows would be pleased.