Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

the dark priestess looks to him and the other woman that she silently beckons forward. wintersbane's gaze touches upon the stranger for a moment, assessing. he has yet to meet her but he has seen her about the territory. her name goes unknown to the tundrian ...but there would be time for introductions later, while they feast, he thinks. with that, he turns his attention to the valley spread out before them, locking his gaze upon the target. the doe appears injured and should not present too much of a challenge to the wolves participating in the hunt so long as they can get her separated from her herd.

wintersbane would be slow; his brawn does not allow for him to fleet of foot, it's true. he's never participated in a pack hunt of any sort before — either being too young previously or not having stuck around with any one pack long enough to participate. aligning himself to a part in the hunt that kept him from being a hinderance to the more agile wolves was important. nevertheless, he trusts instinct as they take off moving like a cohesive unit seeking to spook the beasts and separate the targeted doe from her herd.