Whitefish River "brew glory,"

"Of course," the leader answered, chagrined that she hadn't noticed Ruenna trailing them. They'd have even better chances of taking down a deer with an extra wolf, not to mention Liri had hunted with the bird and appreciated the girl's skill. 

The tracker gestured for them to follow her into the golden grass, her nose lowering as she searched for a scent trail. Her attention was caught by Ruenna's next statement. 

"Scouts...well, they scout," Liri joked with a wry twist of her lips, "their responsibilities vary. They report back to their pack if there's anything amiss in neighbouring territories, they sometimes represent their packs as ambassadors when visiting other packs, or they might scope out hunting opportunities. Those kind of things," she explained.

"Aha!" The sylph exclaimed as she caught a whiff of deer, lowering her muzzle to the ground and beginning to follow the trail.