Wapun Meadow broken fingernails

The large wolf kept pace with her as she made quick time in finding a herd of deer to feast upon. Not her favorite, but the meat she craved wasn't here. Settling down wind of the herd, she began to scan the herd, picking out a few that would be easy to bring down. She liked a bit of a challenge, but it wasn't for her. Twitching her tail, she opened her mouth to speak when an annoyingly timed howl reached her ears. 
For a few moments she stayed still, not wanting to move from the easy prey. A mixture of curiosity and irritation flowed through her, and she snorted, gesturing for him to follow her. Trotting easily, her eyes watched the horizon, her ears swiveled forward towards the sound. Seeing the sight before her, she almost turned back to the deer. Yet an idea struck her, and she quirked her eyebrow for a moment before raising her hackles and barreling towards the twisted looking man standing over the wolfess, snarling.