Blacktail Deer Plateau miles, miles, miles

@Tryphon

Solveig snarled and the cornered doe balked and lashed out, catching the she-wolf across the shoulder. Pain bloomed across the region as blood welled to the surface of the cut. But she was not to be so easily thwarted. Once more the deer cut left, and Solveig followed like a dog hassling sheep, blocking the escape for the doe. It cried out, the whites of her eyes flashing, and muscles quivering. If she could just find an opening...

What she did not anticipate, however, was the rut.

A well-aimed antler tine caught her in the side and she rolled once—twice! She could smell the musk on the air and feel the wind rush over her as she regained her senses. The buck snorted sharply and rounded up the doe; Solveig watched as she lie there, defeated, while the her quarry vanished into the thicket with her knight.

It was only after the branches ceased to rustle that she rose to her feet, shook the pine needles from her coat, and began to tend to the minor scrape with careful ministrations of her tongue.