Flycatcher Downs vorarephobia

Ears flicked, heads turned- and a blast of air came from several of the animals. Ameline’s head snapped up and she inhaled sharply as she caught sight of the wolf as it broke cover and moved toward the herd. She sought the movement of others here and there, to see that he appeared to be alone. 

She scrambled forward, not willing to be left behind while the stranger hunted the valley that she and Ancelin considered their hunting grounds. She calculated her options- and considering the fact that the targeted animal appeared to have a horrible injury, her best option seemed to be cooperation. 

She upped her speed. With the animal’s leg in such condition, it would not likely be able to outrun the other wolf, but getting it alone would be their best option. She moved for the flying heels of the other deer, spurring them forward so they might abandon their weakest member and give the wolves a better chance at taking him down.