Redhawk Caldera Thàinig mo leannan ’nam chòmhdhail

She almost hadn’t noticed the woman’s appearance… almost. The scent waded and her head turned curiously, momentarily distracted from her task as the woman spoke and offered help. She offered a nod, words failing her in the moment as she motioned with her head towards the creatures. Perhaps they could get a proper hunt going, call a few more together and feast. It would be a nice way to send winter out. At least, she hoped that winter was ending soon. It had not lasted this long in her birth pack, accustomed to a more southern climate that warmed up faster.
 
Finally, words found her. “I was tracking a herd along the edge of the Caldera.” She explained in similarly hushed tones. “It’s probably too large a prey for us to take down together but if we can get another body or two we could bring something sizable back for the caches.” The excitement in her voice was hard to miss. "Based on hoof patterns in the snow, it's a smaller herd, which means it'll be easier to scatter them to lock in on a target."