Silverlight Terrace and we keep trying

Wraen was unaware of the other's presence until she made herself known, by calling barely audibly to her. The hunter snapped out of her focus and cast a quick, discontent glance over at the person, who had interrupted, but seeing a friendly face and a useful mass of bones, flesh and fur, changed her demeanor. She beckoned the wolf to come closer. 

There was no set plan yet, therefore her now-hunting partner didn't get any other directions. She could do as she pleased unless told otherwise. And with the obvious notion of not scaring the birds away. Wraen crept forwards again, this time trying a different angle of approach to see, if this flock was herdable at all.