Wapun Meadow turnabout

Through the sound of rustling yellow grass, Star's voice floated towards him and confirmed his thoughts. Elk had a little bit more of a woody and airy scent, and deer were more musky, although it had always taken a wolf a bit of time to distinguish the smell of their prey. The two snowy wolves had turned, and Dovev fell in step behind Star as she took the lead. She was much quicker, and sometimes Dovev lost sight of her, but it was easy enough to stay on the trail of her lingering aroma.

The sun had barely moved from it's position when they came close to the elk herd. They had been following the line of pine forest, sticking to the open ground but trotting underneath the shade of the swaying needles. Here they had stopped, and to the left the meadow curved downwards slightly to hold a small basin of water. Just across it Dovev could make out the towering shape of elk. Rather than make a suggestion, he glanced over at the female to hear what her first move might be.