Whitefish River You'd be surprised at the lies

She was unaware of the plateau or the pack that lived upon it - sharing it with this very herd of blacktail deer. She wasn't expecting company but when the cinnamon-colored she wolf approached, the scent on her strong with the smell of a nearby pack and the grasslands themselves, she dipped her head in acknowledgement.

"We could hunt together. I only ask that you give me a fair cut of me. I don't eat much." Her words were soft, to avoid startling the herd of grazing deer. If she could fill her belly, she wouldn't mind giving up the rest of the carcass to a pack.