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pack hunt!!! This could go horribly, Rosalyn doesn't know a thing, wahoo!

Well, here goes nothing.  Rosalyn eyed the herd warily, having howled a short time ago to summon those interested.  The deer perked up at the sound, but it was distant enough that the lush grass at the border of their territory was more attractive.  Good.

They would need at least three or four, she imagined, and she hoped as many were here.  If not, it may not be worth risking an attempt.  Silently, she waited, willing the prey to stuff itself into negligence so that the chase would be all the easier.