With pups here (she assumed that Merrick had gotten over whatever madness had taken him and would now allow the pups to live...), food would be their main priority. And luckily, they were not lacking for food. She spotted a deer herd wandering through the Valley. Some of the does look plump, and as to confirm her suspicions, there was a fawn tottering after one of them. Newly born, if she had to guess. She loped after the herd, her mouth open with excitement. There was another lupine figure following after the herd. Orson moved towards her, and she chuffed to the dark woman, indicating that she was interested in joining her hunt.

Nary a word was said between them, but in the midst of the hunt, words were not often needed. She got the gist of the woman's gesture as she moved ahead. She was not much of a speedster, her heavy frame suiting her more for the tackle, but she was far less bulky than the woman she joined up. Orson took the lead, her eyes locked on the tottering fawn. She took a wide berth, sidling up the herd. She'd take them at an angle, hoping that her feint would give the herd a false sense of security before she started closing in — and that the fawn's naivety would keep it calm as she moved.