Alliminum, pronounced Ally-min-um, worried the string of her bow with wax. The metal monstrosity was death incarnate. Yet it also gave life. The young girl frowned at her hands and tucked the wax away into one of the various pockets she had on her person. The endless plains that stretched forth were warm. Warmer than the forests her tribe had just gone through. Ally lifted an arm to shield her eyes from the sun.

The finger guards, lifted into her vision, made her even more unhappy. Her golden eyes narrowed at the offending hand guard before focusing back on the landscape in front of her. This was no ordinary hunt. Ally had been roped in because the machines and animals were mingling. Which meant there was more danger. Which meant Ally was here to help even though she had been labelled as useless.

Ally pulled back her lips in a feral smile. If their definition of useless was refusing to commit murder, than she was quite useless. Ahead the grazers where contently munching on the long grass. To the left there were the Watchers. The sun glinted off their blue eye giving away their position. The Tribe covered all their metal so the sun would never betray them. And everyone knew that somewhere there was a Thunderjaw. They always lurked around herd animals, or machines. A protector and a predator. A wall that occasionally ate you.

And in all that there was a herd of normal animals, deer. Deer that would provide meat and leather and bones, and well, you got the picture. The trick was to scatter the to herd different directions while not startling the Grazers or deer which would alert the Thunderjaw and then they'd have the run of their lives. Running and probably dying was not something Ally was prepared to do. So the girl stayed put and did what she was told, to watch the Watchers who had moved closer to her. 

Ally lowered her hand and ducked back down into the grass and shifted another few feet before peering back over. Now there was a good gap between her and the machines. Perfect. She checked the knife in her boot and the tie around her hair before settling back in. Soon her twin, Taellana, and the other hunters would initiate their coordinated attack, driving the two herd different directions and allowing them to grab a few deer and return to the tribe. Who knew, maybe they'd even gather a few other essential resources.