Gyrfalcon's Keep When Facing the Wind got Wicked

The vista had been ample protection when she resided in her old pack. The coast was much more open, less shelter... She knew it'd be difficult. Wren couldn't help but agree, thankful Tahoe didn't ask so many questions. She might want to ask him a few but the hunt was on now.

Following the trail of an invisible scent, she could see in her mind's eye the deer taking off further down the coast. Crounching now, Wren gave a nod to Tahoe. She'd cut off the deer - she was smaller and could easily manuver around it - and he could speed at it.

And the deer? Well, it was just ahead. Nibbling on some stray foliage found along the shore.