Honeyed Pasture o, are you a pirate, or a man o' war

The huntress watches the herd with a curious gaze, those icy eyes focused as they counted the numbers, as they looked at those that may be with child and others who looked as though this winter might give them a run for their money. Studying, she is nearly caught off guard by the approach of another wolf. She was in fact caught off guard though when she took a deep breath, catching his scent, she would turn her attention to realize he was not yet close. 

Within the tall grasses, turning color from their green with the autumn months, she could barely see him. She is quiet only, for the time being, her dark and slender frame remaining crouched low as she went back to studying the herd off in the distance.