Redhawk Caldera Thàinig mo leannan ’nam chòmhdhail

Almost a year. They were getting to that age where they started to branch out and do their own thing. Medb had never been a mother so it was difficult for her to try and grasp the emotions anyone with a more motherly nature than her might feel about that…
 
“Yes, that would work perfectly so long as we don’t scare them off.” She offered encouragingly. She offered a friendly smile over her shoulder in the process. “No need to apologize… everyone starts from somewhere, right? I have done this quite a bit.” It had been one of her main roles though it had been a hot minute since her last pack hunt… Still, tracking was what she did. It was in her nature. It played into every aspect of her skills. “There are prints heading west of here… it looks like a fairly small herd, if I had to guess likely deer or elk. The hoofprints aren’t big or deep enough to be from something like a moose.” Her tone hushed as she moved to follow along the trail.