Dragoncrest Cliffs return of the pistolero

A growl rumbled deep in her throat when she realized the doe would be unable to flee. It was tempting to crowd her, work on wearing her down even more to make her easier prey for the pack when it arrived. Haunt did creep a little closer, jaws slavering and tail wagging as a mixture of grunts and whines spilled from her maw.

Njord was the first to heed her call, prowling up beside her. Haunt's ears pinned and she ducked head and tail. She bumped his chin with her nose, then pointed her muzzle at the doe. She had begun to struggle again at the sight of two wolves, making another abortive attempt to stand when a third strode onto the scene and immediately lunged.

Haunt watched this with sharp eyes, noting how Erzulie fell back right away. Haunt yipped softly to her leader, begging for a command or instructions of some sort. She was both inexperienced and subordinate, eager to follow Erzulie's and even Njord's guidance to make this hunt a success.