Jade Fern Grove a little more

the stag does lead to a pair; a doe and a younger version of her that must be her fawn. hunger makes itself known, even as the stag moves to the doe's side, with a boldness that makes it clear he won't easily abandon his small group. disappointment curves her muzzle into a frown, even as she notices the other wolf. 

swiftly, she moves around the small group; giving them a wide berth. her approach toward the dark-coated man is heralded by a soft chuff, barely audible, and a slight wag of her tail to convey her attention. "bad luck," she murmurs as she comes to a stop a short distance from him, gaze returning for a moment to the deer.  "we could wait them out," she suggests. an opening could arise; however unlikely, and two had better chances than one.