Blacktail Deer Plateau we are the crazy people.

The scent of deer hit him the moment that the look of panic flashed across the female's face. It was gone as soon as it came, but Dante still crouched down to hide even better from her prey, which he now knew to be a herd. He was surprised he hadn't scented them sooner. He had been so focused on her unfamiliar presence though.

"Pleasure to meet you, Fin. My name is Dante, Gamma here on the Plateau." She was still down, understandably so however. He liked the impression he got so far, in any event. She was perfectly friendly and seemed enthusiastic. He looked out at the deer. They were a lofty goal for a single wolf. It was possible, but not in any way easy. "You taking them on solo?" He asked, not questioning her abilities but more curious than anything.