>>5861231>>5861243>>5861247>>5861254>>5861263>>5861267>>5861284>>5861284>>5861506>>5861604>>5861645>>5861648>>5861735>>5861780>DesperationThree pack gathered, and planned an attack on a particularly big and strong Fourbeak. With the sheer number, and great positionning of the better pouncers, the <span class="mu-s">Under Hunters</span> were getting the upper hand.
Until the fearsome beast turned into three weaker ones.
With the Unter decimated ten times over, one young female chose to try the way up as an out instead of staying for slaughter.
Thinking quickly, this young one, mateless, grabbed three eggs around - eggs that smelled the best for her.
>Pheromone evolution consequence : the egg picked are from different gene lines, as far as possible from your one and each other.She then setted her sight up for the climb.
She barely made it. Still, she made it - stud-like talons, strong enough for her to coil and bounce up, she crawled up the frozen rim with around three undred vertical hops. The night starry sky glance on her with several moons, in an uncanny alignment.
On her last legs, she difficultly pull herself up on the ridge. Her empty stomach is growling, her lard layer almost depleted, the heat generated by the relentless effort slowly peeled away from the strong toundra winds, she will have to keep going forward.
She is standing on the <span class="mu-s">Frozen Steppes</span>, a mostly-horizontal environment made of snow dunes, shifting with the winds. Not much creatures on sight - although said sight is more adapted to color-rich environment of the crack instead of long sight attempting to spot a smudge in a desert.
On her right, an immense snow storm is brewing.
On her left, some mountain peaks are tearing through the snow cover, reaching incredible heights.
Now, where should she go?
>Deep in the snow dunes>Despite instinct yelling to get far from it, in the snow storm itself>Toward the mountains 