She shook her cut arm disinterestedly and looked around them, waiting for the rest of the herd to show up. "Their numbers surge every few decades, less once horses were not used as much in wars." Two burst from the frozen trees, sharpened hooves pointed to gouge and pierce. With a quick motion, she cut deep into one's neck, severing the spine, and kicked the other away from her. The bitter smell of their blood and fresh meat drove the horses into rage and hunger. Her hounds climbed up onto the backs and sides of another, dropping it as well. "Seems we are on the right path."