Sunset Valley you don't make a deal to become immortal with angels

The view was picturesque at best, a spectacular beacon against an otherwise typical scenic backdrop.  She had never seen such a wonder in her life, though truth be told Mojave had spent a fair part of her life shuffled away in the heavily wooded north.  For a moment, she couldn't help but think that she understood the pull of why she was so bound to wander... but rushing movement tore her attention away.

For a split-second, her face scrunched up into confusion—where had those come from?  She knew them to be deer, but they seemed different, somehow.  Thinner, maybe, but not so thin as to suggest they were entirely sickly and full of disease.  Still, the necessity to give them chase gripped her and she sprang off from her grassy perch.  Though she was hungry, she knew herself well.  She was no master hunter, so catching the deer alone was not going to be a task she was ready to handle.  At best, she figured she could run them towards the glacier and kill two birds with one stone.

The deer, of course, did not appreciate another wolf coming from nowhere to chase after them.