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

The huntress remained focused to the herd, at least, until the roguish voice of the other wolf calls out through the open plains. The herd stirs, the sound of a wolf putting them off. Though it is at a distance they begin to casually walk on. The Archer's jaw does tighten, icy eyes narrowing on the group until then she directs her gaze elsewhere, to the agouti wolf making way towards her. 

A lone wolf you may be, but alone, not. She spoke as she then lifts from her position hidden in the long blades. A tall woman she was, though not imposing in might, as a thin boned, long and stream-line woman she was. More athlete then amazon as perhaps her sister, @Valencia. I visit the plains and meadow often.