Holes had been blocked off, Whistler had set her snares in well-chosen places, and everyone was waiting for the word. **Be ready, all of you,** Lightstone cautioned. **All right, beloved
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Seeing a hunt up close was interesting. The drumming of paws and the pattering of little feet created a large, energetic "wave" in the Song that almost.... tickled, in a way. Silent laughed without sound, half seeing, half feeling everyone's actions as his tribe pounced and grabbed and snatched and snarled, some cheering someone else on, some laughing, some stumbling and tumbling in the half-mad chaos.
One of the little diggers launched itself into his lap, and he jumped, smacking it off his thighs. The critter went flying back to the fray, and was caught in midair by Wanderlust. A quick shake of her head snapped the digger's neck, and she trotted up to her elf-friend. **Why no catch? Was easy!** she scolded, dropping the kill back in Silent's lap.
Silent started laughing out loud, and hugged Wanderlust's neck, rubbing his cheek against hers. She panted happily.
"All right, everyone, stop for a moment!" Lightstone yelled, and Hardhead yanked his head out of a hole, two diggers in his mouth. Heartstorm quickly brained one of her catches and stopped as well, Clear-Thought coming to stand guard over the small pile her elf-friend had dispatched. "Okay, how many do we all have?" the rockshaper went on.
Heartstorm counted. "Eight," she reported.
**One,** Silent added, shocked to attention by the sudden absence of "sound".
One of the little diggers launched itself into his lap, and he jumped, smacking it off his thighs. The critter went flying back to the fray, and was caught in midair by Wanderlust. A quick shake of her head snapped the digger's neck, and she trotted up to her elf-friend. **Why no catch? Was easy!** she scolded, dropping the kill back in Silent's lap.
Silent started laughing out loud, and hugged Wanderlust's neck, rubbing his cheek against hers. She panted happily.
"All right, everyone, stop for a moment!" Lightstone yelled, and Hardhead yanked his head out of a hole, two diggers in his mouth. Heartstorm quickly brained one of her catches and stopped as well, Clear-Thought coming to stand guard over the small pile her elf-friend had dispatched. "Okay, how many do we all have?" the rockshaper went on.
Heartstorm counted. "Eight," she reported.
**One,** Silent added, shocked to attention by the sudden absence of "sound".
(OOC: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN0xVj3sFog What Silent was "hearing".)
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**Sev-I mean, six,** she replied, delicately licking a small blood fleck from the back of her hand, twirling a snare absently with the other.
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