Ravensblood Forest and i can't wait to get it

When she moved a bit closer, she recognized the scents of other wolves on his pelt. Combined with the scent of saltwater, she deduced that this man was of Sapphique. She'd have questions for him- mainly about how Quennell was faring...Perhaps he'd tried to visit her in the past month, only to find the pack dwindled down to only its meekest members. Perhaps the word of war had spread, and Quennell knew that she marched, now. 

But presently, they were hunting deer. 

The one Rhaegal had isolated did not look healthy, and moved with a limp. In the forest like this, against two wolves, it would have to maneuver around the trees while being chased- and if its stifle bothered it that much, it would not be nearly as nimble as it would need to be to outrun or outmaneuver the wolves. 

She prowled forward. She wanted to get closer, before they ambushed the deer. She was an excellent herder, with her slim, dark physique. She would keep the buck's eye in hers, and wait for the right moment to flush it.