Blacktail Deer Plateau pull me out of the wake [m]

His growl wasn't missed. Saena interpreted it correctly for once, finding no personal hint of aggression in it, but nonetheless tilted her nose toward him to explain. "I had to be sure of your allegiance. We've had trouble lately with... well, dumb fucks." That was about as simply as she could put it. With a flash of anger she remembered Calipso and how she'd smirked as she tried to stroll right by the Blacktail wolves who discovered her, as if she was somehow a superior being for completely lacking intelligence and etiquette.

Shaking the memory from her head, Saena moved to stand alongside her newest pack mate, and from there she could smell the game-y scent of deer on the wind. It wasn't uncommon to smell them in the forest, though; the plateau was aptly named for its herd of blacktail deer. Still, she could tell that there were only a few, rather than the usual musty smell of the entire herd. She licked her lips.

"It gets steeper going up. I'm pretty sure it basically becomes a wall up there. It would be easier to flush them down than to chase them up." Saena still had a lot to learn about strategies—chasing the deer across the slope never really crossed her mind, it was either up or down—and so she turned her eyes back to Mordecai, awaiting his thoughts.