King Elk Forest the sun goes down

Though Neven was a loudmouth at the best of times (and insolence at the worst), she was determined in her work. Especially when Piety was involved - the man was likely her truest friend, and even if she might get on his nerves from time to time, she didn't want to let him down. She wouldn't let him down. The wolfdog wouldn't betray all of that trust he put in her. 

The meadow came up quickly - the herd was large, prolific. Plenty of food just laying around for the taking, really. But they had to be careful in their selection.

Icy blue eyes scanned the fawns, and zeroed in on one in particular that stood up and wobbled unevenly toward its mother. One of its back legs was twisted and malformed - it looked painful, and it  couldn't put weight on it. 

"That one?" Neven asked, gesturing to the weakest fawn. It wasn't particularly large, but it would be the easiest to just rush in and grab. Preserving their own energy was important, as well.