Two Rivers Isle So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

@Shink, @Malice, @Burke, @anyone else?

The wraith pad through her home, silent as a shadow, slipping through the woodlands like water. Her gait was one of confidence; for this was her home, and she would strike down any that opposed that. Since entering Teekon, she had managed to place quite a few fights under her belt and bore quite a few new scars to prove it. Most she recalled smugly, for she had been the winner, but one fight truly stuck out in her mind. That evening when her pelt still bore the scent of the dark wood, and she had chanced upon the woman garbed in midnight. A dance of tooth and claw, how she wished to once again pursue such a fight. But it would be rare should she chance upon another of that nature, and so she set her mind to other things.

A single scent, sudden among the undergrowth, gave the wolf pause. Stag. Unlike the doe, they proved quite the challenge, seeing as they had giant branches fixed upon their head. The antlers would prove tricky, but she had a pack behind her, did she not? Her steel eyes gleamed with a hunger, primeval and ancient, and she set on the trail of what might prove to be the second good meal she had had in weeks. 

She found it, the wolf, after an hour spent tracking it. Downy antlers protruded from it's narrow skull, small but still formidable. She watched it from a distance, a phantom, as the juvenile stag nudged at the new greenery, delicate body weaving between obstacles as it tore loose vegetation and gnawed it thoughtfully. A smile pulled at the femme's maw, for it was young and alone. It may have been scrawny, small, young, but it would prove sufficient to feed the pack should they catch it. 

And so she let out a call, a hunting call, haunting and melodious in nature. She called for her pack, her kin, the hunters of the wild. Her call pierced the still air, a bad omen for the young stag, which paused it's foraging and glanced up at seemingly nothing. The femme ended her wild call and waited, hidden, but tensed should the stag choose to bolt.

Food was plentiful now that the famine was over, and Malice was up for a hunt. Her pups needed to grow big and strong, just like their parents, to survive. She worried not about Pyro, for he was strong of mind, and she knew the child would be so stubborn as to just say no to death when it came. Things were looking up for the band that may or may not have officially claimed this land, and each passing day the new mother grew stronger. She no longer felt tired like before, nor did her body ache with each step she took. Yes, things were going well for the new inhabitants of the island.

Malice was marking the borders again, even though they were anything but faint, and had left the pups in the care of their father. Burke needed to care for his young just as well as she, and since she had watched them the most ever since they were born, she felt it fit to take a little day off again. She was not stressed, for only Vassago was a little troubling, and thought it'd be good for the three males to bond in the time she was gone. Shink's scent was recent as well, and she was happy to see the young male stick around. Perhaps in two weeks with no accidents they could formally settle. for now, everything was going splendid.

The familiar voice of Aeronwyn touched the wind, and it got carried to her. It was a summoning howl, and so the scarred woman left the borders to see what was going on. It did not take long for her to scent prey, and she joined the white woman's side. Was she planning to hunt the young beast?

With the greenery beginning to flourish within the dull background of the Wilds, more substantial prey was once again beginning to trickle back into the grasps of the wolves. Shink had been by the river, replenishing his raging thirst after the heat of the day had worked its way through the charcoal guard hairs of his pelt and into his skin, evaporating most of the liquid he had once stored. Now though, the voice of Aeronwyn had drawn him away from the flowing currents and deeper inland. He emerged from the brush, his copper gaze flicking for a moment to the dark dame before focusing entirely upon the elegant body of the pale vixen, a somewhat questioning sheen clouding his eyes. A slight breeze tickled his nasal glands, filling them with the sweet scent of stag and he twisted his head round to rest his sights upon the beast, sinking back into the shrubs with all the subtlety he could muster. Never before had he hunted game as big as this; his pack usually pursued other sources like rabbits. Nevertheless, his instincts assured him that is was roughly the same principle; chase, bite, kill, and with any luck, the creature would be weakened by the drawback of food the famine had caused making it theoretically easier to bring down.

The dark mother smirked as she looked upon the creature that would hopefully be their next meal. The thing looked proud, even strong with its big antlers ready to wound, a blow from them perhaps even fatal for the small hunting party. Back at home, at Lucifer peak, girls weren't allowed to hunt. But ever since Moonlit Hills had been formed, the dame had found it easier and easier to hunt in a group. It still proved tricky, especially now with her body still tired of weeks doing nothing, but she believed in her two recruits. Yes, they were quite young, but perhaps that would prove to be even better. But Malice would not be leading this hunt- she simply wasn't capable of doing so. Perhaps later, when they were settled, she would train to lead a hunt.

Her gaze shifted to the white woman, raising one brow above her good eye that was not permanently scarred. It was obvious what she was asking. Aeronwyn had to lead- besides, she had been the one to call out. This did not mean Malice wouldn't try her hardest to work among them, nor did it mean the hunt would be lost if Aeronwyn did not want to lead. She could always try.

They arrived, her packmates, looking to her to lead this hunt of theirs. She would accept, do it gladly, but she hesitated before addressing her comrades. She greeted them silently as they arrived, mind formulating a plan to take down the beast with such small numbers. They could attempt an ambush, but with such few numbers, it would take some tinkering. Perhaps, she realized, they could use the natural landscape to their advantage. 

The trees were fairly uniform, but Aeronwyn noted a large tangle of hardy undergrowth, thorns, nettles, and other scraggly bushes. The deer stood fairly close to it, perhaps ten meters away, and thus Aeronwyn considered using it to their advantage. 

She begun her plan at a whisper, asking for the other's approval before they started. "We are few, but perhaps we can use the land to our advantage." She launched into speech, her idea becoming clearer as she went. "Two will drive the deer towards the nettles, snapping at its heels and driving the stag into a panic. Hopefully, it will run into the undergrowth, becoming ensnared and driven mad by the thorns and nettles. Another will be waiting on the other side of the nettles should it try and flee through them, ready to take it down should it make it through the undergrowth without tripping in it's panic. Should it falter, or another attack it, the others will all fall on it." She glanced at the others, question in her gaze. Did they approve?

Much like Malice, his honeyed gaze remained completely focused upon the stags tanned hindquarters as it stood tall and proud amongst the greenery of the clearing. Shink hadn't eaten his fill since the attack of the bear so he eyed the beast with a hungry expression, his auds pricking as he listened to the words of the silver wraith. In all honesty, he'd rather one of the two lead the hunt, preferably Aeronwyn as she seemed to have a plan of attack already formed in her speech. Being a lesser member of the hunt would also allow him to observe and mirror his companions work; perhaps he could put the knowledge he might gain to some greater use in the near future.

As the other wrapped up her suggestion, the agouti male tilted his head to the side to catch the stormy grey orbs of his fellow, offering her a nod of approval. It seemed a rather strategic plan with no obvious loophole yet they needed the stag to cooperate for it to work. It was risky but perhaps with Malice's experience and Aeronwyn's raw skills they could pull it off. Shink would try his best and rely on instinct rather than anything else for the time being.

Sounds like a plan to me. Who will be waiting at the other side? Malice asked. It was nice for her to know she could rely on her friends and family. Moonlit Hills had been different. She had to do everything, and she had done so, but they all knew how well that worked out. Burke didn't have to do so much as to snap his paws -if that was possible- and she gone with him. Okay, that hadn't worked out well either, but it did lead to better days.

Short post to get this going