Cedar Sweep On your own time.

A scrape - an oval patch of ground that had been cleared - cast a wide arc beneath her feet. Zephrine noticed the misting of rain over patches of grass, the dampness of the soil, and recognized it as being older by at least a day. Along one edge was a bit of missing grass where a cloven hoof had loosened the soil, the bottom of which had a small collection of rain. She sniffed this, peering around at a level just above the grass.

The herd may have passed through here some time ago. She had been wrong to assume the bucks were starting their rut; it appeared as though they started earlier this far south, which meant Zephrine had to compensate a little bit in her estimations.

There was something else - a wolf scent, much stronger than the faded deer trail she had found. It wasn't familiar and that sent a red flag high for her, and Zephrine had to remind herself that it had only been a few days since her reintroduction to her family. There were bound to be some she did not know. She stood quite still (a deer in headlights) and gradually swept her gaze across the surrounding trees, wondering if someone was out there or if she'd merely crossed a patrol route by accident. It wouldn't be the first time she had gotten so involved in tracking that she'd blundered.