Sweat beaded on Lyall's forehead as she inched forward, her knees sliding on the rough grass of the plains as she moved slowly toward the herd of gazelle that were grazing not too far from her position. It was hot under the horse hide that she was covered in, that mixed with the dung she had covered herself in her scent was completely masked from the beasts as they ate, unaware of the presence of Lyall and the rest of her people. Slowly she moved forward sliding the pair of spears she had slowly forward as she tried to make her movements appear as natural as possible. Once she was in position she whistled to the rest of her clan making sure they were position too as she readied herself for the charge. Her heart pounding in her ears as she checked her grip on her spears as the whistle came back, all was ready.<br/><br/>Taking a final deep breath and asking for luck from the spirits she sprung up with an out cry her spear raised over her head as she launched her first one at a young buck. The spear landed with a thud squarely in its chest, shuddering from the impact the buck jumped once then fell to the ground dead. Hefting her other spear she took off after the rest of the herd driving them onto the waiting spear points of the rest of her people. The cries of both human and animals mingled in the air, four more of the great beasts fell under the skill of her hunters. As the herd stampeded off she threw up her arms in triumph and howled out to the sky as the sun rose to its peak. With this meat her clan would have enough to survive the winter, today the spirits had been kind.<br/><br/>At the cave Lyall and the rest of her hunters were greeted with joy as those who stayed back took the dead animals that had been brought back, by using their spears by tying the legs of the kills two on each side, making it a lot easier to carry them. Lyall allowed for her gear to be taken as she and the other hunters took the short walk to the hot springs that were further up the mountain side. The hot springs is what made their home such an ideal place to live, not to mention the river that fed into the large body of salt water where they sometimes got their fish. Finding a free pool of water toward the back of the cave she set down the fur she had brought to dry herself. Then removed the simple clothing she had worn for the hunt, the band of leather that had gone around her breasts to keep them in place while she ran and the small leather wrap she wore around her waist.<br/><br/>Setting the cloths aside she climbed slowly into the hot springs with a sigh of pleasure as she washed the dung and dirt from her golden brown tanned body and rich brown hair with reddish tint to it from the sun. Her hazel eyes took in the other hunters as they joked and talked with each other about the hunt of today as well as past hunts. Once good and clean Lyall exited the pool her long athletic legs showing a few scars from everyday life and hazards. She stood to her full height of about 6'2 tall for a woman but she carried it well with a natural grace and dignity. She was the leader of these people, though she has only seen 18 summers she was a confident and caring leader. Always looking out for their well being before her own, she made sure that everyone was well fed and in good health. The people of the Nomi-Coth, the people of the plains, were her responsibility and she was going to do her best to make sure they all survived in this world full of so much danger.