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Only a prey runs.
You found a small clearing and tossed your bag and cape in the middle of it. Carrying only your bow, knife and arrows, you made your way towards the nearby bushes to wait in ambush. Cold sweat rolled down your skin. Your heart was racing, your breast heaving as you wrestled control over your breathing.
Soon enough, a red lynx appeared. Its fur was patchy and weathered, marked with scars that served as a stern warning to anyone who would challenge the seasoned predator. Your plan worked; the lynx went for your bag, trying to roll it over with its heavy paw.
This was your chance.
Arrow notched, you deftly tensioned your bow. Within a moment, the arrow whistled through the clearing, alerting the beast but leaving it no time to react. The lynx hissed in pain, the arrow head having struck it in the front leg. Though wounded, it was not killed.
The creature charged at you, jaws gaping wide. Without time to grab another arrow, you reached for your father's knife.
> Fight with mettle: A wild beast understands nothing but the language of strength. Overpower it, as a huntress of clan Grey Owl.
> Fight with cunning: The Whispering River traces a serpentine path through the land, its currents knowing where to yield and where to flow.
