Honeyed Pasture i've got a good feeling; it doesn't happen very often

continuation of this thread! backdated for late april-ish

And so off Wren went, except this time, she was not alone. By her side was @Marcus, whose name she continued to roll around in her mouth when he wasn't looking. Part of her was hopeful that today was not the only time she would ever hear it.
Trees begin to grow sparse and give way to rolling hills, dripping with morning dew as the clouds glow with the rosy hues of dawn. A better time than ever for a hunt. 
Although not entirely inexperienced, Wren had yet to take on larger game with such a small number of wolves. Just the thought of the daunting task was beginning to make her pulse quicken and her heart thrum inside her chest, posture stiffening as the pasture grows clearer within her vision. Her nose tilts upward to the sky and then down toward the ground, chestnut gaze wandering briefly to her new-found companion. She could only hope he could not smell her nerves. Or see them on her face.
What's on the menu, y'think? Was what came from her mouth, big round eyes eager for an answer that he would - hopefully - have more readily than she.