Phoenix Maplewood I know the bowline, sheepshank, and the double overhand

Through out the hunt the wolves had moved outside of her line of sight. Curious, Sart clung to the shadows of trees lingering around the perimeter of the chase. She could not keep up with them and once or twice she nearly lost up with the group completely before she found them again and ducked behind a tree so she would not be noticed or in the way.

Eventually the deer was taken. Sart caught up with them right as wolves first began to feed. She tucked herself beneath the shadows of a shrub and lingered there. She watched with wide eyes and parted jaws. She drooled, hungry.