Wapun Meadow BWP · runnin' when we hit 'em

Samesies re: vagueness...

When the scent of deer—pungent and fresh—struck her nostrils, Pied reacted both instantly and instinctually. Heart beating fast in her chest, she broke into a trot, which soon became a lope and then, eventually, became a hurtling, ground-eating gallop. Somehow, she managed to throw back her head and send three clipped barks into the air, notifying her pack mates of her position and intent, even as she broke free from the forest's borders and made a beeline in the direction of the herd's scent trail.

En route, she caught Zombie's scent, which led in the same direction. Pied smiled grimly and ducked her head, running at top speed now to reach her makeshift pack mate. She arrived at the edge of the meadow where she'd run into Ame not so long ago, yet instead of the slim lone wolf, she spotted the much more familiar Zombie. Breathing heavily now, Pied slowed her gait and jogged closer to Zombie, who threw herself to the ground abruptly. Startled, Pied hastened to the other she-wolf's side.

"Are you all right?" she asked. She sniffed and smelled no blood nor any sort of illness about Zombie's person. Perhaps she was just weary, then. "I was hoping to catch up with the herd. Do you smell it?" Pied asked a bit excitedly. "I'd like to make up for that fox," she added a bit dryly, then fell silent as she looked down on Zombie with both impatient excitement and concern written on her features.