This was not her first time approaching the borders of a wolf pack on her own. Balarina had learned best how to do it by trail and error, and though the method was not perfect, she'd gotten fairly good results. Most of the time.
It started with flowers: she gathered as many as she could find and piled them near the borders, spreading a few in a trail along the edges to lead wolves to the pile. Then, upon the pile, she placed a freshly-felled fawn — large enough to feed at least a few wolves, but small enough it hadn't been too difficult for her to fetch.
Then, with as much dignity as she could muster, the wildcat gave a long, low scream; her own approximation of a wolf's inviting howl. And there she sat among the flowers, the fawn laid before her, to wait.
It started with flowers: she gathered as many as she could find and piled them near the borders, spreading a few in a trail along the edges to lead wolves to the pile. Then, upon the pile, she placed a freshly-felled fawn — large enough to feed at least a few wolves, but small enough it hadn't been too difficult for her to fetch.
Then, with as much dignity as she could muster, the wildcat gave a long, low scream; her own approximation of a wolf's inviting howl. And there she sat among the flowers, the fawn laid before her, to wait.
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