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"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah nodded, moving silently beside Deimos. It seemed some skills had remained from his previous body. It was odd to feel muscle memory from a form he no longer had. Regardless, he was happy that his natural stealth in hunting was still with him. Sah settled against the rocks and eyed the herd. His eyes eagerly traced each individual, scrutinizing each possibility. One stood out to him. "The doe in the back. Her front left foot has an odd twist to it. Likely a broken leg that healed incorrectly. She'll be slower than the others." He replied, his voice barely audible. The doe he nodded towards was young and would provide a good haul of meat. Sah glanced at Deimos. "What's your plan? Normally I'd sneak around and cut the doe off from the rest before running her down." He noted how he had hunted with his pack. Sah had a feeling such tactics might not work the same as a humanoid, and as only a pair. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie