Blacktail Deer Plateau Hunting practice

She wouldn't call it stalking, no, rather, learning. She happened across the woman tracking something, quickly made out to be deer. The herds were sound and healthy, and thus hunting would take a pack and desperation on their part, but that didn't mean that they ought to ignore them entirely. Dawn slipped through the trees and snow a few dozen meters away from and behind the woman, watching to see just how good of a tracker she was, and just how far she advances within the hunting party. She was careful to remain unheard, unseen, merely watching and judging before approaching.