Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

She nodded to his terse instructions, and after a moment she understood that he intended for her to select their prey. Temptation led her to eye the doe with interest, but the more rational side of her brain told her that they ran a much greater chance of failure if they pursued the larger and stronger of the two. This was not the doe's first spring, and with age came intelligence and experience. Raven was hungry, and instinct told her to go for the weaker link: the fawn.

She caught the strange wolf's eye and whispered almost soundlessly, "Fawn." After confirming that he was ready, she quickly shot out of the brush in a blur of silent shadow, feet barely seeming to touch the earth as she flew across the distance toward their quarry. The doe saw them almost immediately and sprang to flee, but Raven was already moving to cut her off and drive her -- and the fawn -- back toward her partner. She was no expert hunter, but she knew that to succeed, they would have to separate the mother from her offspring to get the opening they needed to score their meal.