Whitebark Stream I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries

evening falls, the coming darkness bringing quiet to the taiga. the huntress moves swiftly to the central territories; eagerness making light her step. their window is come; she issues a swift call for the rest of the pack. a short trek away, the herd stirs, settling in at the edge of the maplewood as night falls. among them is the doe that had slipped into the stream early that morning, made weak by her struggle against the ice. this is their target, and the plan is made clear in the woman's mind; she needs now only to see who will hunt. 

this hunt will be round-based, with a new round beginning every three days or when all members have posted. the ensure the hunt moves swiftly, this thread is open to four other members!