Whitefish River "brew glory,"

Liri smiled, proud that she had such capable pack mates. Never before had she hunted with a group of wolves and been so in tune with her comrades. She hadn't doubted that they would be up for the task and sure enough, with the approval of both wolves she began to devise a plan.

Ruenna was, without a doubt, one of the fastest wolves in the pack - if not in all of Teekon - that Liri had met. "Perhaps if Rue circled around him and chased him this way," she thought aloud, mumbling to herself. The herd would scatter but they would not wander far - the Flatlands were their home long before the wolves and even a pack as large as theirs could not thin the ranks to a dangerously low point. 

Kavik had the strength that Ruenna lacked to take it down, not to mention the healer's aid. "Yes, Kavik, you and I could lie in wait. The grass would be an advantage," she spoke excitedly, her oak gaze landing on each wolf briefly as the idea was brought to life within her mind. 

"One of us from both sides should be enough to stop him," she finished. Kavik from one side and Liri from another - he would have nowhere to run, especially with Ruenna at his back.