Morningside Cuesta Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if I won't have to cry no more.

Sunspot ranged confidently through the territory, glad that this pack seemed to function somewhat like the one that'd withered away. They travelled a bit more than her birth pack had, but that was a plus, in Sunspot's mind. They would never have to worry about the herds leaving, at least.

The pale woman was tracking a herd of mule deer, wondering if it would be worth it to try and take one down. None of them seemed particularly weak, though there was one that seemed a bit more sluggish than the rest. Still, it was not so sluggish that she thought she could take it on by herself. She would have to wait for a few packmates to appear, if she wanted to hunt deer.

In the meantime, she sniffed around for smaller prey, keeping the deer in her general vicinity as she did. Maybe they'd get used to her and let their guard down, and then when she had help, they'd be slower to run away.