Moonstone Quarry like a stone

Pronghorn, he had said and she sniffs the ground once more where he had, taking in the scent to memory. A type of deer, yes? Curious ears perked forward as she lifts her head to meet the woeful gaze of Arcturus. I've been told of them though have never hunted them before. She was happy to have gotten a proper scent to the name. Now if only she could see one and, if she were lucky, catch one. She knew them to be a smaller type of deer, not like an elk or caribou. If there are many, then we have quite the news to share to our packs. She added, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Many also meant there was plenty to go around.