Bearclaw Valley drunk on ego

As soon as the deer spied her, they ran.

Caught up in the gleeful pursuit of chase, almost not mentioning her devious tactic, Echelon bounded after them. There may have been a certain frame of lunacy to it, but she couldn't resist her chance to be a touch outlandish. And sure enough, some sentinel dispatched himself out to intercept her. He hollered at her, he snapped at her flanks, but she kept bounding right on ahead after those deer. Her lithe figure lent her speed; she was willingly leading the poor wolf on.

In a flurry of scattering ungulates, Echelon darted in between the thick of them to try and conceal herself. It was a double-ended event at that, because in her concealing she aimed to keep those deer running. Even if only a small fraction of the herd scattered, they would remain leery of the wolves that lived in that little recessed valley. And the best thing of all to her was that she had no ties at all to that pack.