Dragoncrest Cliffs There's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

Chacal did not tear her gaze from the ptarmigan when a tawny figure came into her peripheral vision. It seemed that they had noticed her stalking pose, and had stopped where they were- and she didn't chance a glance just yet, as she kept her gaze trained on the ptarmigan that continued to peck around in the snow. She silently thanked what she assumed was one of her packmated for being so steady and courteous. She crept forward step by step-

And in a final rush she ambushed the flock of birds which rose into the air in a flurry of white feathers and snow. The golden-tipped dart shot up after them and keen teeth snatched one by the wing and dragged it back to the ground. The others would fly off into the distance, but their flock would be short one bird. 

She quickly put the bird out of its suffering, and then lifted her head to properly gaze toward the wolf who'd been so patient. She shook her head in surprise. He'd planted himself on the ground, but he was unmistakeably her brother; and with a smile, the saw in him both the features of their Maman and the flashy, red tail that Njord had likely given him. 

She thumped her tail against the ground and invitingly gestured for him to come and join her, as she began to pluck the white plumage from the ptarmigan.