The wind whipped around her in its summery, gentle lull; the tangling of wispy furs whipping across her cheeks was always familiar, and the narrowing of her red eyes could see past the fluttering onyx tendrils. Wolves hunted during the day, but cats in their crepuscular manner prowled at night, and even as the years drawled by the herds could still not learn all of Tinúviel's tricks. Laeg prowled just ahead of her, reaching his thoughts forward and tethering himself to Tinny so that she could remain wordlessly on the slopes, watching as the faltering light of the sun scored the sky in a pinkish light. Beside her were two other hunters, aching and ready and unused to Tinúviel's plan; under hushed breaths did they continue to pry, has he found them yet?, but with each second encroaching like a drawn-out breath, Laeg crept closer and closer to the unsuspecting herds.

Toward the northwardly plains, straight ahead.

As Laeg's instructions flitted disembodied through her ears, Tinúviel finally turned to her companions: “Let's go.” Quietly, she leapt from her position on the moorside and rushed down the hill, swift yet blissfully silent, her their frames weaving through the grasses and avoiding every overturned log, every tangled root. She could feel Laeg's excitement surge through her as they approach, and the closer they became, the more their hearts beat as one. The hunting party did not stop and wait once they came upon the cougar, wasting no time in rushing past him and allowing him to catch up, taking the tail of the hunting party as they swiftly launched into the fray. As if of one mind, they all convened upon a young doe lingering outside of the group, freshly out of calf-hood yet large enough to feed a bigger group of them. The guise of night aided them, and unable to see the snapping jaws of hunters surrounding it, it leapt swiftly into the unknown along with her scattering herd.

Tinúviel leapt skyward as the doe's frame soared over her, catching the beast at her throat. Soreness radiated through her shoulder as she and the beast collided into the ground, but their struggle did not last long, as the hunter's companions swiftly aided in subduing their prey. Eventually, the struggle ended, and the doe passed mere moments after they had launched their ambush. See? Hain ceri- ú- expect ammen at telu. The idea had been Laeg's, of course: the brilliant cougar knew that combining a feline's hunting habits with a wolf's numbers might prove overwhelming for a herd. Tinúviel's companions begrudgingly agreed, more content to bring their prize back to the tribe. The leaders had been skeptical, but surely, they would be proud of the young hunters that night.