Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

While her diet consisted mostly of fish and other seafood, Chacal decided it would soon be time to take the children and teach them how to hunt large land prey- ideally, deer. Elk and moose would be too formidable, what with rutting season coming up, and while the bucks had grown velvety antlers, she still felt they were a more calculated risk than other ungulates.

She meandered through the meadow, noting the scent of deer in the area. She wondered to herself if Redtail Rise hunted here often- it was within reach of their borders, but she suspected they wouldn't object to a hunt...Especially if they were invited.

More food for thought, for food.

She wrinkled her nose when the scent of something...Not exactly herbal, but distinctly crushed plant and looked around to see if perhaps the deer had begun to scratch at alders with their tines. What she spotted, eventually, was another wolf. And with his approach, the scent became stronger too.

She worked through her memory, trying to pinpoint the plant scent she was picking up on- but couldn't discern what it was.