Shadewood when the last tree has fallen

Phex's eyes widened, taking in the predicted scale. She thought there was, like, seven. 
In truth, Phex couldn't count over fifteen.
"Really? And we're supposed to hunt them? Won't they just trample us."
She thought to the pack hunts she'd seen and realized that by running, it eliminated the weak who wasn't useful to the herd and could be dangerous if it was sick. What did a herd do anyway? Probably the same as a pack. Providing service in the workings of nature's clockwork. 

"I'd like to see that many wolves in one place." She concluded, looking out at the herd. Enormous individually and even more so in a herd. She couldn't even dream of hunting them.