Emberwood you just don't have any--what's the word--talent.

Two days since departing the Peak in search of recruits for Kiwi's forming pack, Yami had pretty much given up on searching for recruits for Kiwi's forming pack. She had abandoned that particularly task in favor of a new one, which was trailing after the herd of deer that she'd found. She'd happened across the trail at the Southern edge of Dawnlark Plains. It was an old one, perhaps a week or so old. But Yami had decided to follow it anyway, hopeful that she might be able to catch up to them. There was a good chance they might be headed towards a forest where they could find some shade to escape the heat. Maybe they'd loiter there for a bit and she could get to them.

What she did after catching up to them remained to be seen, of course. She was just one wolf and she had finally accepted that deer needed to be hunted by packs. The last time she'd attempted to use the promise of food as a recruiting technique, it had failed miserably. But still, not all wolves were as fuckin' weird as weirdo had been. So there was a chance. And in any event, that was a problem for the future. They were still a few days ahead of her, after all. For now, she simply trotted through the aspens, eyes peeled to catch every sign she could that the herd had been through this way.