Whitebark Stream Children of the underground.

Chai had been on her way back from a quick check of the borders. Her plan now was to head deeper into the heart of the territory, to track down the small group of deer which had taken up residence. They had decided, apparently that they would stay at least until spring, despite losing one of their own to the wolves. Blue eyes blinking thoughtfully, Chai wondered if indeed, they would remain. The females would be carrying young, ready to deliver their fawns come spring. She doubted they would want to do so in an area with opportunistic wolves watching them so closely.

The frustrated exclamation of Artyom, a wolf she had only interacted with in that successful hunt, carried to her ears. Tail flicking, she changed direction to meet him, eyes curious. He had been a busy man, she had learned. Taking Dawn as his mate, siring what would be their first litter and assisting with leadership. Chuffing, she noticed the scattered trail of tracks - wolf and rabbit alike, behind him. "Frustrating little morsels aren't they?" She half jested, with only the two of them and not a set of perky ears in sight.