Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

Vanity was slow. Slower than ever to get to the hunt site.
She was in two minds about it, she was pregnant, but she was Lieutenant. 
She went, eventually, seeking through the forest like dark death.

She slowed, smelling the prize of goat. Must be some sort of migration for the summer. There were a number of scents around where the call had come from - Serem and her young, Santi, and Valour. Serem must've come to see, but decided against it as her tracks doubled back. She bristled herself up to look larger and silently loped after the males.
She slowed her steps, seeing the pawprints before her become shorter. She must be close. If she knew anything about Valour, he'd organize a pincer movement to ambush them, and she suspected Santi would follow the lead since Valour called the hunt and it was a good plan for possibly dangerous cargo.

The Huntress slunk low, spotting where she suspected Santi to be​, and suspected Valour to be on the other side. She moved downwind of the goats, ready to catch one as it sprinted into har path. She could take one like a cougar like on the mountains. Not the typical wolf style, but effective all the same.
She wouldn't call out to the males, but she'd follow their ambush.