Redhawk Caldera Drunk lambs in a wolf party

As luck would have it, Elwood wasn't the only caldera wolf keeping an eye on the deer. He soon noticed a white figure down below, out of the prey's eyesight, and identified the wolf as Pantaleimon. He didn't know the quirky male all that well, but had interacted with him on a handful of occasions. It seemed that they were on the same wavelength, and as their gazes locked over the heads of the grazing animals, he gave an almost imperceptible nod.

With that, he began to prowl down the mountainside, careful not to dislodge any rocks and alert the deer to his presence. He couldn't very well tackle them from above, so he knew it would be best to join Pantaleimon on the flat ground. The silver Beta followed a well-worn trail, weaving his way down until the earth leveled out beneath his feet. Then, he moved in a wide arc, circling around toward Pan while leaving a considerable amount of distance between himself and the quarry.

"The smaller female," he whispered once he was within earshot, gesturing with his snout towards the littlest of the three does. She stood a few feet away from the others, clipping at the short grass while her large ears twitched atop her head.