Stone Circle She knows no limits

There was no instant reward for the thing Nunataq had done right and once again a cloud of doubt pulled over her keen and focused expression, as she eyed Brynn to either remind her, what she was supposed to do, or get other clues on, what kind of mischief was in the brewing.

The big, four-legged brown blobs still seemed as boring and uninteresting as they had moments earlier, were it not for a younger and feistier member of the herd. He caught Nuna's attention, because the young deer expressed distress and axiety in every movement. He had spotted the wolves, but lacked the experience of the older members, therefore he fidgeted, where he should have remained calm and composed.

Then it occurred to Nunataq that just maybe... the young animal was afraid of her. Them. And the more she observed him, the more worried glances were cast in their direction, and the more she was inclined to move and do something about it. But, what exactly, remained a mystery to her. Last time barging right in the middle of the herd had not been the right answer. Indra had not been too thrilled. So, what were they supposed to do?

A question to Brynn and an inquiring look accompanied it.