Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Without turning her head and risking giving away her position, should one of the grazing herbivores spot the movement amongst the dying grasses, Niamh turned an ear as she heard the quiet movements of two wolves closing in on her, and was relieved to find that she recognized the scents as those belonging to Wraen and Elfie. While the latter wouldn't likely be much elp, it was about time he began to learn how to hunt. He and his sister were the oldest two pups in the pack, and they'd need to get trained up as soon as they could, so that they would be an asset in the winter, rather than dead weight. Wraen was a wolf she knew to be sensible and attentive, and would likely excel when given even the least bit of direction. 

"This year's fawns; big enough for a good meal, not experienced or fast enough to be too big a challenge." She said. To Elfie, she indicated. "They've lost their spots by now...But they're about a neck shorter than the adults. See- there," She said, pointing one of them out. They were gawkier than the adults- not as full-bodied or strong, and were fairly narrow-chested still...But for a learning hunt, it'd be one newbie against another. 

"I'll go around. To where that mossy stump is over there. Wraen, you an' Elfie single one out, drive it toward me. Okay?" She asked.