Broken Antler Fen Even if the stars and moon collide

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The howl left her maw, floating among the stars and quivering on the air. The held the ululating notes as long as she could, then let the to fall prey to the night. A call, a summoning to her packmates, as her eyes fastened on the doe by the water's edge. Young, alone, separated from the small herb by a few dozen meters. It glanced up, eyes huge as it scanned the treeline, tail flicking nervously and held close to it, ears rotating above it's skill. But if there was one think the young woman prized her skill in, it was hunting, and the deer went back to drinking soon enough. She watched from the dim trees, her hunting call long faded, the evening air cool and crisp. The stars had only just come out, and the deer herd had not yet settled down for the night, instead staying close to the water. 

She watched it, waiting for a packmate to appear, and hopefully not be an idiot and scare the prey away. It was a hunting call, after all. Eden's scent had slipped from the territory, but two new ones had appeared, and she hoped to perhaps meet one of them. Sebastien would be great, and perhaps that shy girl, Aviana. She just hoped for a partner in the hunt, for now.