Redhawk Caldera Drunk lambs in a wolf party

Hunting was the only thing that Pantaleimon was any good at, in her own opinion. It was nice to have a pack to hunt with once more, no longer needing to risk her life getting injured on her own, or sticking to small game with low risk, but low reward, too.

Presently, Pantaleimon was looking at the same herd of deer that the pack's Beta was. She kept low to the ground as she watched their move, counted them, and kept an eye open for other wolves that might join in and help her pick one off. Pantaleimon usually preferred sticking to weaker, wounded creatures, but in this case she could find none that looked weak, wounded, old or young; Pan decided to observe a while longer in hopes of finding one that was one of the aforementioned so that it would make for an easier prey.

At that moment she noticed Elwood on the rocky ledge, also observing the deer. Pantaleimon did not want for the deer to see her and could do not much more than look up at Elwood and hope that he would notice her so that they could hopefully bring down one of the beasts together.