Moonspear Playing with fire

Charon sounded dubious but Wildfire knew it was a valid question. "I don't think digging a hole would work. Even with the entire pack helping, we'd never get it deep enough to contain a bear," she answered slowly and thoughtfully. "But this is a mountain; there are crevasses and stuff everywhere. We already talked about running it off a cliff. Either way, we could use bait and... anyway, I'll try to work out more ideas. Then we can discuss them on our double date."

With that, she let the subject rest, cleared her throat and focused on the hunt. So far, she didn't smell any sign of a doe, though she peered around for evidence of ungulates. They often left prints in the soil, as well as little piles of dung. They also tended to strip trees and shrubs just above eye level for a wolf. Wildfire saw all of these signs and figured they must be on the right track, so she kept going deeper into the trees.

There it was: the unmistakable scent trail of a doe. "Wonder what she's doing all alone?" the huntress wondered out loud, exchanging a glance with Charon. She shrugged. "Better for us," she murmured, then began following the scent. It was so fresh, there might as well have been neon signs with arrows pointing the way for them.

Suddenly, she hissed quietly, "There." She stood still as a stone, pointing her smudged muzzle through the trunks of trees and growths of underbrush, motioning at a brown silhouette in the distance. It looked like an older doe, if the light fur around her eyes and mouth was any indication. She alternated between grazing and jerking her head upward to scan her surroundings, clearly vigilant to compensate for her solitariness.