The Heartwood I'm at One

Heph was pleasantly surprised to find them in agreement and followed, picking up the scent of the herd shortly after they started following in earnest. They were clumped together, but not uniformly and it offered her a view of the ones who found themselves in the thinner portions of the distribution - the ones that would be easiest to cut off from the rest of the herd. Most of them did not look promising, not old enough to be frail, or those in their prime in the rut. However, she thought she spotted a fawn that would have been dropped late and an elderly doe as well as a buck that may have been nearing the end of his prime. She would have to wait to see how they moved.

She turned her rapt attention towards Dreven when she realized he spoke and then looked back at the herd, a smile too wide and showing too many teeth to be considered friendly flashed over her face. "Herding, I'd prefer to sow a bit of panic and see how they run and then who would be easiest to cut from the herd, but I'll apply myself at either." Heph turned her attention back towards the other dark wolf and waited to see what he would prefer. She was perfectly comfortable lying in wait further up and fixing her jaws around the neck of whoever he selected, they had never hunted together before and there was no point in playing to their weaknesses.