Shadewood when the last tree has fallen

The woman grinned, her tail swaying softly across the ground. 
"I'm sure we will. When the pups are old enough to have sitters, there will be a pack hunt." Phex, in all her useless hunting glory, would be a sitter. She wouldn't be much use hunting.

She watched the deer. Eating. Moving around. They'd be cute if one could get close enough to see them properly -- that being without the ungulate having its throat ripped. She yawned, settling down further into the grass. It's slight dewy dampness seeping into her fur. "How many you reckon there are?" She tried peering over the grass but was obviously too short and low to see.