Honeyed Pasture night of the hunter

All Welcome. Late Evening, Light Drizzle, 10°C

The yowls and whines of coyotes quarrelling over a kill drew the raven wolf in from the shelter of trees which lined the outskirts of the pasture. Light of foot and hidden beneath the backdrop of a dark starless sky, she was able to stalk her way closer without discovery.
Crouching down, amber eyes quickly counted the three canines in front of her. She observed them for several moments through the light drizzle of rain, keen to understand their behaviour and group dynamics. The largest of the three, nipping and snarling at her subordinates, would be her primary target.
Now, with baited breath, she waited for an opportunity to strike.