Haunted Wood now it's three in the morning

irritation is writ across the woman's face; the girl longs to incite a fight there and now. but she was better than her anger; so many had emphasized the control of it as one of the most important qualities a warrior should have. her situation was precarious; she would bide her time, continuing to try her hand at diplomacy before resorting to violence. 

"you are the packs best hunter," the warlord states simply, rising then and motioning toward the reason she'd chosen this ridge. it's the best vantage point at the moment; at least before they move out of view entirely. "there are two, maybe three, just beyond that treeline. deer." pausing, she turns back towards the woman. "I want you to lead a hunt." proposition lain out, she waits for some response; it seems a clean-cut enough proposal. it's the first large prey they'd seen in weeks, months; they are unlikely to stick around. if they want to eat well, they need to act fast.