The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

The scent or prey drew Solveig toward the herd, who tracked along the mountainside with a quiet step. A deer was ambitious- but a fawn would be an easy meal, if any of the does had given birth yet. More often than not, they’d abandon their newborns in order to save themselves, unlike other species. Solveig meant to take advantage of that sacrifice if the occasion came up.

She moved, looming just above the ground with her legs crouched and form lowered. She expected to find herself watching the herd alone, considering the isolated feel of the mountainside, but instead found herself crossing the fresh path left behind by another wolf.

She was curious; the reason she had been sent out from her pack was to recruit, but her instincts compelled her now as well- though she did her best to smother those urges. Still- it was perhaps something she could use to her advantage, should she be more appealing to men as she was, now, than she might have been had she not been receptive.

She approached carefully; she did not want to risk startling the deer in an attempt to get his attention, and would not risk her own safety by wandering within his reach, either. She simply positioned herself downwind of him, and stared across the distance between them, waiting for him to realize he was no longer alone.