Overture Downs all have a hunger

His encouragement only served to fuel her confidence, and with a determined smile, Deshyr begun to lead them both around the grazing herd. Her gaze flicked from them to where they were headed, spying a tall patch of grass that could easily obscure their figures. "Over there," she mouthed wordlessly back to Rannoch, gesturing with her muzzle in the direction of the grass.

Her father moved with surprisingly quietness despite his bulk, but DJ still looked nervously over to the deer to make sure they weren't startled by the soft rustling of grass underfoot. Apart from some snorts and grunts, they hadn't made any sign that they yet noticed the wolves. "Which one do you reckon?" she whispered quietly when she and Rannoch had settled into their vantage point.