Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

Reverie was not quick to respond, and Tauris watched as the Karsheen girl with her eyes cast inward drifted to internal thoughts. She too did not eat often, though not by choice. Her nose twitched, making little sense of it. It was just as well some pack wolves ate less with ample prey in the valley, not ravaged by the singular ache of hunger. Though a seed of doubt sowed there, judging by how she’d seen the girl stiffen.

Tauris shook out her pelt, tossing away the thought. There was no way better to foster kinship than a hunt, and Reverie would change her mind as soon as she smelled the riches of their kill. The herd was their's to take, the birthright of a wolf. 

She retook the trail, blood beating as they snaked through the trees, hawthorn whipping her ankles and dusk licking her nose, driving onward until the scent of ungulate grew thicker and vaulting pines thinner, yielding to a misty meadow. Soundlessly she stole along the clearing’s edge before falling to her belly, tail hovering just off the ground in anticipation. Silhouettes grazed in the final rays of sunlight ahead. A delicious shiver barbed the ruff at her throat.

“There, Reverie, do you see them?” A glance over her shoulder towards her companion.