Blacktail Deer Plateau lure

It wasn't long before Easy's sensetive muzzle poked against something too hard to be rotting wood and too light and hollow to be a rock. In a flash, she'd taken hold of the hard-shelled creature and tossed it to shore, where she quickly followed after it's panicking form. In the water, that lightning-quick flick of their tail could propel them away in an instant, but here on land, it only took a moment or two for the young wolf to pin down her quarry and give it a few hard stomps. The stomps didn't kill it, but did dislodge one of the angry claws from the crayfish's body.

Easy had learned the hard way that those had to be the first thing to go.

The approach of another distracted her before she could dispose of the other claw. Without realizing it, her mouth popped open in surprise at the strange woman's appearance. She was somewhat familiar - once, several weeks ago, Easy had blinked up at her in hazy-half sleep, the first time her father had brought the woman home - but not in a way that Easy could pin a name to. Still, she recognized that the scent belonging to this woman could often be found around the territory, and frequently upon her father's pelt.

"You're daddy's friend," she said by way of greeting, one paw darting out to pin down her prize as it began to scuttle away.