Phoenix Maplewood there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony

the maplewood has fast become a favoured hunting ground, and she ponders claiming it once they are stronger, more established, in a similar manner to the way they had when living on the plains. but that could well have been a mistake; it has caused the wolves of morningside nearly to clash with siarut's group, and such a big territory to patrol had worn them thin. no; she decides, she will not move to repeat the mistakes of the past. 

instead, she is on the trail of yet another lone stag; younger than that she'd followed at the grove, less certain. her trail wandered; he had no herd to call his own. still, he was a formidable opponent that she would not hunt; young and quick with his antlers. 

or rather, antler; at the base of a tree she finds a discarded half of a pair. she brushes her muzzle over it, gaining from the scent what information she can.

maybe @Dauntless?