A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the underbrush as Sifarna crouched motionless. She felt an itch at the back of her mind - someone was trying to reach her. She closed her eyes and relaxed, opening herself to the contact. -*Sunwards, 50 yards or so*-
Sifarna turned slowly and edged towards the sun, carefully placing her bare, clawed feet, sliding silently though the green. Soon, she saw the stag standing next to a bush, chewing at something. As she approached, the stag stiffened - perhaps the wind had changed, carrying her scent, or perhaps a claw had scraped against a stone. The stag turned, and looked at her. She locked gazes with the beast, and extended her will, sending -+there-is-no-one-here-be-still+-. Holding the stag in place with her mind, she strode up economically, drawing a keen bronze knife from her belt. Sifarna carefully stepped behind the stag, concentrating to maintain the mental hold without eye contact, and drew the knife swiftly across the stag's neck, guiding the beast to its knees.
Sifarna stepped back, allowing the stag to bleed out. She glanced off into the woods, and called to her fellow hunters -*Done. Come help me carry this thing.*-
Kharrln, the Seeker who had found the stag, and Mahsshti, the Mover who would have taken down the stag had he been closer, came into the clearing. Mahsshti stood still, eyes half closed. The stag rose from the ground, hind first, the blood draining from the body and ripples passed along the stags body.
Wiping her hands clean on a cloth, Sifarna smiled, showing rows of sharp teeth. "Our kharne will eat well tonight. "