Frozen in a state of forced composure Kalliope slowly tightened her grip on the reigns of Prince, her horse. He was more nervous than she was as the scraggly looking pack started to widen their position in an arc centered almost perfectly around the branch Prince had just stepped on. Hearts racing as drool pooled from the mouths of the beasts before her neither party dare to make a quick move. Kalliope had been in this situation before and the scar on her leg seemingly burned with remembrance of the event. The soft breeze was the loudest sound for miles until Prince let out a frightened whinny. No sooner had the sound filled the air did snarls come at his back legs, one wolf for each and the alpha standing head on staring down Kalliope.

“YAAAH” Kalliope yelled with a flip of her wrists and the hunt was on…