Fox's Glade [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] choria

Skipping Nanook since she's currently inactive.

She didn't see Redshank because her attention was drawn first to others who arrived and approached.  Probably good for him, because Arbiter wasn't the sort to forgive, let alone forget someone who had deserved to be shredded to tiny pieces in the past.  She could always make up for lost time, you see...

Anyway, the smallish orange guy who spoke first drew her gaze, suspicious.  He was not someone she'd deemed an ally -- even Ibis tentatively got that title despite the fact she'd left.  He was a stranger, and so if this all worked, she was certainly going to make sure that her own pack and Easthollow took more than he received.  They needed it more than loners, after all.  But then Valette arrived and joined the group too.  

Valette, she replied in kind, with a nod of her head.  So one wolf she could count on for sure, another that she probably could just by alliance, and then there was Ibis and that other guy who were both wildcards for different reasons.  The trees might protect those on the head side from its hooves.  Or perhaps press it down and let the trees help kill it.  Either way, antlers versus hooves.  She wasn't sure it was entirely narrow enough to really have the trees contribute more than they already were, but it was an alternate plan if the other were too spooked to get especially close. It appeared here that she was the muscle of the group so it didn't seem likely that they could just swarm it and shove it down as easily as it might have been with others.  She shifted around to the stag's face, stepping forward experimentally again as it tried to pull away.  There wasn't too much room there, but she could probably reach if it kept its head up, just not while it was so focused on her only.