Wapun Meadow daughter of gaea

Palisander trotted proudly next to her as she was trailing the scent. As she looked around with her nose he kept his eyes out for any movement, and perhaps other clues to what kind of deer they would encounter. A big lone buck wouldn't be feasible for them to hunt. But perhaps a small doe, or a young calf that was becoming close to adulthood was perfect.

Palisander let out a soft chuff and stopped walking, which was probably more than enough of a signal for Isley to stop too. They were in luck. Seeing they were so close to the mountain, a female pronghorn came down from the mountains and cautiously listened to her surroundings. This was the perfect size for two wolves to tackle. Still a hassle that would make it a decent meal.