Sun Mote Copse To the priest with his broken arrows

Wraen had been effectively unaware of stink-eyes Bronco had given her along the way, she did not particularly try to push for the boy's attention, when he obviously was not listening to her instructions. She did not get mad, but one thing she did, however, was crossing the boy's name off the "feeding list". If the boy was so grown up to play an adult, then he was in the best place to hunt for himself and have no assistance from older wolves anymore. 

The two youths got to work in a friendly competition and after watching them work for a while, she let them be and walked some distance off to work on her own perimeter. It was not her first time on the hunt and soon she had set into the familiar routine of investigating, tracking and listening. With cat-like stealth and swiftness she moved from one tunnel to the next, carefully not to make too much sound and analysing every particle the tantalizing scent that promised wholesome lunch. Finally she walked in the water, lied down and waited patiently by one of the muskrat lodges.

To pass the time she imagined herself merging with the surroundings and becoming part of the landscape. It was a healthy exercise, which helped her focus for long periods of time. This strategy had helped her before and helped her now as well. She caught sight and sound of someone small swimming nearby. The hunter half-turned, locked her gaze on the prey, who was still unaware of her presence. And, when it finally did, the wolf had pounced with open jaws and outstretched forepaws, ready to grab and pin the animal down. 

This part had 50/50 success, but the Artemis was favourable to the experienced hunter. Wraen returned to the youths in triumph, holding the dead muskrat proudly. She settled down and without inviting any of them to share, began to eat and continued to observe their progress. An hour later, when either the two were tired or frustrated or - in a very rare event - successful and bursting with pride, Wraen guided the two back home.