Blacktail Deer Plateau familiar faces

"I don't see why not" she mused with a smile teasing her muzzle, glad her proposal had been accepted. She stood, shaking out her pelt, gaze finding Pema's. "I found a scent back there - fox. If you were up for it, we could see if its still in the territory, and whether or not it would make a good meal? In any case, I was going to track it; it could be a danger to the pups." Her head tilted a fraction in question. A hunt would be a good time to learn about her new packmate and how she worked, and would offer some fun, too. A fox hunt was a little ambitious, perhaps, for a poor or novice hunter, but Dawn couldn't see why two wolves couldn't handle a single mangy fox.