Dragoncrest Cliffs jungle bird

Natjuk, she thought to herself, branching out slightly from the male in question to walk in the tracks of one of the herd. It was not the one they'd marked, so she shifted over to the next set of tracks, and the next, until she was running along the path that their meal had taken, following almost step-for-step. Natjuk was nearby, but whether he followed the direct trail or merely the larger path cut by the herd as a whole, Blackbear didn't know or care. They were going in the rigth direction, and she doubted the deer would be able to hide from them.

His name was pushed to the edge of her mind as they honed in once more. She slowed her steps, nostrils flaring as she tried to ascertain the herd's mood and strength. "I think they're slowing down," she said, pulling back a bit to jog by Natjuk's side. "Give me a moment to catch my breath, and then let's see if we can separate her from the others."