There was a stillness in the air around the Wildlands, the sky still blue in the early mark of morning - Syna still shining above the horizon. Droplets of dew clung to the plantlife and spiderwebs, like tiny jewels and the sun making them sparkle and shine. Crickets chirruped in the long grass and tiny woodland creatures still lay curled inside their nests.
Sariana crouched low in the grass, ignoring the tickle on her thighs. Her blue eyes stared ahead, her breathing shallow and even. A small bug crawled across her arm, but the warrior paid no attention to it. In her hands, her rapiers were held to the ready, waiting for just the right moment to strike. Only a short distance before her, there was a small bison. A youth, yet to bare horns, but still able to inflict damage with her sharp hooves. She had been seperated from her herd during the storm, and had been chased by all sorts of wild animals. This morning, she sucked the dew off the grass, weary and thirsty. A good meal for three wandering travellers in need of replenishing their stock. Sariana had invited Sylkra with her on the hunt, knowing the wolf's hunting instincts could help in their endevour. And as expected, the graceful creatures nose had picked up the musky scent of the cow before they saw her.
Trusting the kelvic that was crouched beside her was ready, Sariana spoke one word softly.
"Now."
