Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

Saena's tongue slid over her lips as visions of sheets of deer filled her head. She was most familiar with small herds of white-tailed deer and slightly larger herds of elk, but a herd so large it formed a sheet across the snowy terrain was simply unimaginable. "That sounds amazing," breathed the lead bitch. Saena hunted most often by herself or with small groups, so the intimidation factor of such a large group of deer wasn't lost on her. Dagfinn's assurance that they were less protective in that formation didn't convince her too much, but only because she was used to more defensive animals.

"That role in a hunt is usually not the most important one," she opined as they rounded a bend in the foothills and suddenly the river, and the felled doe, came into view. Saena was excited to sink her teeth into some fresh meat, so rather than saying much else on the subject—they would have plenty of time to discuss hunting and various tactics later, no doubt—she picked up her feet into a trot and called, "last one there has to eat the brain!"

The brain was her least favourite part. Some other wolves loved it, but not Saena.