Dawnlark Plains bron-y-aur stomp

Easy came racing from the opposite direction, zipping between the bodies within the moving herd as she approached. Some of the deer stomped at her as she passed, but most did their best to move out of the way, not wanting to agitate the large hunter moving through their midst. She'd been practicing her hunting a lot and felt confident today that she would be of some help to her packmates.

"Which one?" she asked, looking between her father and uncle. To the older wolves, the choice would be obvious, but Easy was eying the fat does with saliva dripping down her maw. To Lavender, she suggested - "You should take that off while we hunt - it might get caught on something. Running will keep us warm either way."