Heron Lake Plateau Film the whole thing

She didn't fancy herself a hunter, though Bat couldn't resist the opportunity to develop her tracking skills. When she came across the strange trail in the snow, it took her some time to determine the details of what she was seeing and smelling. She wanted to confirm her suspicions, so she followed it, her mouth watering at the thought of fresh venison. Of course, even if she had been an adept huntsman, she would never go after an ungulate on her own, not even a likely wounded one.

When she heard the crunch of footfalls, Bat stopped and turned, tail waving when the pack's Beta joined her, their shoulder blades brushing. "Hey, Niamh," the youth greeted, dipping her snout in deference. She motioned to the tracks, sure Niamh had noticed them too. She opened her mouth to make an observation and then thought of the woman's missing brother. Really, she should be out scouting for him, not some gimpy deer. But the leader herself had put a kibosh on that.

After a brief hesitation, the youth said something else entirely. "Hey, I know we don't know each other that well," Bat began, "but could I talk to you about something?"