Ocean's Breath Plateau Fault of Falling

@Slancio
On yet another hunting excursion, Darsal was.
Food was always a constant problem, even in the summer, and especially for a newly-forming pack like the Court. Wolves had to hunt, and often. The thing was, they couldn't just go about it hapharzardly; they had to use some sort of strategy about it. Frankly, if you ingored this, you'd usually just end up taking yourself home, empty-mouthed and tail between your legs. Darsal knew this well. Her skills had been founded by her native pack in Boli, but they'd been fine-tuned by the best hunter she'd ever known.
Mako was a brilliant tutor, her thoughts allowed.
If one were at the towering rim of Ocean Breath Plateau at this moment, they would have seen her sturdy, ashen shape heading toward the faltering ridge at which she planned to climb onto the plateau. Above, on the Coast's secluded flatland, was an opportunity she'd spied nearly a year ago when she'd traveled with her former counterpart to the mountain summit directly north of Alpine Lake. From its highest point, she had peered downward through the spring's calm mist to the great mass of flat that Sequoia Coast boasted. Her burnt-orange gaze had caught what few others would have: an opportunity for just a handful of wolves to take down a huge prey animal, like a deer or elk.