Emberwood Fangs meet Flesh

Setting: Sunset/Twilight hours, 73F, Sparsely cloudy
This is a Hunting trade Thread.
The prey in question is a herd of Mule Deer. This post is open to 2-3 wolves willing to join the hunt - one wolf can join but that will make the hunt more difficult. We will take two turns to plan then start the hunt. When the hunt starts, I’ll roll a 1d5, more wolves mean a higher die number. 2 wolves is a 1d10, 3 wolves is a 1d15. 
Odd numbers mean a failed hunt and even numbers mean a Successful hunt.

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「Her nose was low and eyes focused on the soil beneath her like there was something so enthralling about it that she just couldn’t take her eyes off. That wasn’t far from the truth, partially sunken into the dirt, scattered, overlapping but all moving in a similar direction were tear-shaped hooven prints. Deer tracks leading her right into the embrace of Emberwoods. A good-sized herd from the looks of it.

Must be seeking a safe place to rest — probably thought that the cover of deep foliage and trees would keep them hidden for the night. She glanced up into the sky.
 
A blanket of darkness gradually began stretching across the sky the moment Hati’s sun began to sink, it was still just peeking above the western horizon. Most would begin tucking themselves away into their dens, but not her. Not tonight. Before the sun sleeps, she’ll be gorging herself one of those deer. It’s been a while since she last consumed an ample meal, suitable for a wolf her size. Morsels could only do so much... 

With her dark fur, she essentially vanished into the dense near-black foliage of the woods, following the trail. She hoped that the herd would have some elderly, maybe some injured any would work as long as she was feasting on one by nightfall. She moved soundlessly through the woods, her movements betraying her size, a dark mass shifting this way and that through the trees. All she needs is a slight glimpse of her quarry then she’ll hunker down and plan. She casually trotted about two miles into the woodlands when the pungent musky scent of deer hit her nose with the changing wind, she could detect movement beyond the trees. Aeliana dipped behind a thicket, laying down to her belly. They were about ... several feet ahead of her in a small clearing, their breathing calm and steady. They didn't notice her and the wind was in her favor. Good. She takes in a soft deep breath before closing her eyes, quietly preparing for the Hunt ahead of her.                                                               」