Neverwinter Forest I dream of you all night and day

Vallkyrie had been forced to learn in her adolescence just about everything. In her home pack, the young would be schooled on your very basic herbal knowledge. Learn of the Gods of Old, how to stalk and hunt prey, learning the signs of hazardous weather to come, how to defend yourself in a fight... It was these basic survival skills which any wolf should know but upon turning a year old (unless you figure it out sooner) you were to pick a certain trade to focus and master in. Vallkyrie of course had been keen to hunting which sided along scouting. Most wolves whom didnt enjoy the hunt mainly went for small prey-just one target to focus on. It was larger game and in herds which could be disorienting ang distracting. 

A smirk toys on her features as Mal's remark and she whispers out a hushed, cool tone. The year is new and the goal arnt yet born. I dont spot any particularly injured, either. We will have to run with it. As she mumbles to him, icy eyes are ever training on the deer grazing happily before them. We'll cut some off to the left. She begins to move then again, creeping close enough for a strike but does not do so, not without target. She moves until those deer who stood watch could see her and Mal's form in the grasses. With a bellowed warning, the deer stood to attention and sprinted. Rushing off to lengthen the distance between them and the wolves. The moment they ran so did Vallkyrie, long-legged, lean figure making use of itself on the open hunting grounds. 

For a moment it would seem as though the deer might run straight into the Weald but thinking better of it they tried to turn and head north. THERE! Kyr called out, watching as the deer panicked during their turning and split up. A few headed down the slopes of the Spine and Kyr turned, heading down with them. In this land the ground was cluttered with debris, mucky, muddy. Kyr's limber form ducked, dived and bounded, taking sight of the three deer running off in front of them. One was slower then the others, struggling to get its footing in the mucky earth as it slowed the young doe down. At closer range the black she-wof snapped at the ankles of her prey, sending it into utter panic and terror.