Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

Round One ends Oct 22nd or after everyone who is joining has replied.<3

they came, quickly, and finally the wolves of blackfeather stood assembled. mou and astara would sit this hunt out, it appeared; relmyna was grateful for that. and though she did not let her gaze linger on maegi, not wanting to pressure the girl, the listener wondered if the recovering melonii would be hale enough to hunt. 
it was between shisu's fleet body and wintersbane's hard muscle, she decided, motioning at the pair. when they had presumably drawn closer, the scarred wolfess turned her gaze slowly out over the herd, hoping that they might align upon a chosen target.
a doe toward the rear of the gathering, right hindhoof slightly lifted. perhaps an infection of the sole, perhaps a mere mending wound. but in a swift instant the creature became relmyna's quarry. she exchanged a glance with the two, lingering on @Wintersbane — he would make a preferred co-head due to his experienced size. 
@Averna she sought to summon to her side with a low sound, and gestured that @Maegi join @Shisu. there was no need for words, not in these moments, and for that she was grateful. with a low sound, the listener set off through the tall grass at a slink. knowing the rest of the pack would follow, her senses settled fully upon the doe; ears flicked to monitor the almost impercetible sound of wolves settling roundabout her.
and then a burst! she was off, a ribbon of pale fur moving swiftly toward the elk. this was the way of their kind: to shock, to rush, to divide, and with any luck it would be the compromised doe who would fall behind.