Whitefish River Erlkönig

She ran, gaining speed upon the elk her superior had attempted to bring down, grabbing its flank. Instinct pouring through her, she held onto the fleshly hide. This would indeed be a prosperous catch, with all help from the pack.

She watched out for the big burnt ochre colored wolf, careful not to become part of his grasp. He was indeed a big man…. Fierce as well. 
She kept waiting from any signal from Solveig. And watching for the rest of the group.