She followed, quietly, carefully, until they were at a ridge, glancing over it, her ears focused on the space ahead of her.  Not that it was necessary, as the five bastards before her were clearly unaware.  Daiklaves, staves, bald head... yup, this was a Wyld Hunt, she had to agree.<br/><br/>"Yes, it is..." she said, her body slowly turning into her War Form, and focusing her essence... "Keep to the ridge; I'm going to get the jump on them..."<br/><br/>And quickly she'd get moving, sticking low, to the snow, her war form's natural white pelt blending very well with the snow, save her moonsilver tats of course but even then they were nearly snow-colored anyway.  All fours, calm, moving slowly to catch up with them, trying not to be spotted... she just had to wait for Mera to get into position, just a couple of moments... and then... she'd<em>strike</em>.<br/><br/>(Hide Toughening Method + War Form (4m) = 16/16 Natural Soak)<br/>(Dex + Stealth: 3 Hits)