Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Her plan seemed simple enough that she figured even if Elfie went a bit awry with it, Wraen would be able to pitch in and guide him a bit. She nodded to the two wolves, giving the younger of the two a sly wink as she walked away, sensing a bit of nervousness within him- unless it was just anticipation. But whatever it was that he was feeling, Niamh felt it too- it was a rush, and it made the hunt not only something she needed to do, but something she actually enjoyed doing. Of course, for a wolf, Niamh was also the canine equivalent of a foodie, so the advent of any meal put her in brighter spirits than normal. 

She was careful as she made her away from the two other wolves, circling around the herd of deer so that she could get into position. Once or twice a wary head would raise and a dark, cleer eye would glance out over the horizon, but it seemed to pass over her every time, as she froze, her golden fur helping her blend in with the yellowing leaves of autumn. She made her way to her chosen watching spot, and waited for the others to make their move. 

Wraen moved with the prowess and certainty of a skiller hunter, and she could tell that Elfie had his eyes on her, wishing he had the same kind of expertise. She wondered if he wished instead that she'd told him to simply flank Wraen and mirror her movements- but this was more of a challenge, having to use his placement to compliment Wraen's in cutting a few smaller deer away for Niamh to take out. Every now and again she would wince as she sensed something might go wrong, that the two might let a prime target slip and rejoin the herd, but all in all, as the two wolves approached, they brought with them a trio of potential targets. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, she nicknamed them. Then she lunged. 

Two of the deer, the two trailing a bit behind, seemed to see her first, but the one in the lead was surprised and overtaken before it could avoid coming directly into her path. Niamh shot toward it like a greased arrow, her body held low to the ground so she could gain momentum and proximity for a few strides before being noticed and her tactic worked. Once she hit full speed, she was already in pursuit of the one young deer, and she honed in on it, following directly in its path but nearing with every bound she took. She was less tired, of course, and the young fellow was too terrified to perform much for evasive maneuvers. She swept past its bucking haunches and made a few grabs for the deer's throat before she was able to actually make a purchase and clamp down, bringing the deer to a halt with its head cocked sideways as she held on, cutting off its air supply so eventually it would keel over onto its side and into the yellwing grass.