Broken Boulder and all that doin' takes energy

The fae was filled with hapiness, excited at the proposition of a hunt. Her joy was topped off by the friendly greeting from their leader. She had imagined meeting him more formally, but perhaps this would be an indication of how familiar these wolves would become to her. She could only hope. 

He seemed friendly enough, smiling as he spoke. Her own maw cracked a grin, "You too." She managed not to bounce on her paws at the lightheartedness of her packmates - whom were starting to gather around them. 

Then it was down to business, Alarian leading the way. Semira needn't bother with tracking, the stains in the worn ground were as bright as a blue jay's feathers. Mira's pace mirrored his, staying a wolfs length behind him as they went. As if from the wind itself, the creature they sought appeared, gangly and mishappen as it was. Easy prey. 

The fae paused breifly, watching Alarian dart to confront the buck and the others to its sides. Her job was naturally to take the brunt of the force in hunts, due to her large size. She nearly nodded to herself, looking to their slender-formed leader and bolting to his side.  He was nearly a boy, which showed as he slammed into the beast. She reached them as Alarian backed away in a rush - her massive jaws opened in to a snarl. It was enough to force the scared creature to a stop - its hooves skidding in the dirt. She lunged and snapped at the creature, never getting into the range of his outstretched hooves. She was constantly looking for any opening to his trachea, but one kick could knock her out.