Bearclaw Valley if the sun was always shining and our load always light

Nuna read Indra's body language and quickly assumed the position that was required for the upcoming hunt. Having spent most of her waking hours harrassing, sneaking up to, attacking and chasing the other puppies, she naturally assumed that they were in a similar game now. Except, who were going to be the objects, was left to find out.

At this moment she had not connected the stilt-legged beasts and the stealthy way Indra acted. She was curious of the odd beings, but she did not recognize them as a source of food, having always received the ready-to-eat version and sort of assuming that this was something adults found lying around. Somewhere.

The way Indra moved towards the deer, puzzled Nuna, who instead of following in her caretaker's footprints, stayed behind and eyed the older wolf as if she was a bit weird. What kind of game was that? Why didn't you charge? Therefore this time she did not mirror the actions, rather ambled carelessly up to her and reached to nuzzle the fur on the side of her face, as if to remind that this was not, how you used to play games.