Silver Moraine like a waterfall, my tears dropped to the floor, the floor

What he saw looked more canine than cervid - which was fine, because the stranger looked to be focused in their own right upon a path. There were signs of deer if one knew what to look for; signs which would have made Kigipigak fill with hope, given that this place had been abandoned for so long after the sickness ravaged the herds. He was more intrigued by the deft movements of the other wolf to heed the hints.

He moved after them. If they had indeed sighted something worth taking down then he would lend his teeth. He wanted to come over the rise and see an entire sprawling herd to be pulled apart by diligent work - instead, as he wound his way through the forest on the heels of the stranger, Kigipigak found a single target which now faced both wolves, brandishing a fine crown.

Keep back! He shouted. Knowing the sound of his voice would draw the buck's attention, he veered off the path in one direction and then slowed to a stalking gait, keeping his own distance while purposefully splitting the buck's attention.

In a low voice that he hoped would carry, Kigipigak spoke again: We can take it down together. Presuming this woman was a hunter, as her movements had indicated.