Ravensblood Forest And if you long to never die

She followed him silently, her nose taking in the scent of the forest as they moved. She had her head lowered to the ground as she drew in breaths and blew them out to stir up more scents, but it was the light breeze that brought what they were looking for: the scent of prey—of deer. She could tell Donovan had locked onto the scent as well because his moves became more deliberate and he was headed in a certain direction instead of just seeming to wander around. She trotted next to him, her gaze searching the trees for any sign of the deer. 

They ended up following fresh tracks to the stream and then followed the flowing water for bit. She too was hoping they hadn't crossed; it would mean they had wasted their time tracking them here. But as they tracked the deer farther downstream, it became clear that they hadn't crossed, which had her tail wagging excitedly behind her as they continued on. 

She paused when he did, and scanned the treeline as well. So when he prompted her to look, she had already locked onto the doe and her fawn. Simmik nodded as he spoke. We can split up. If you hide, I can maybe chase them towards you for an ambush, she suggested. In her pack, she was usually the one doing the waiting and taking down but in this situation, she was smaller and faster and felt like it made more sense to be the one chasing. She looked at him expectantly, waiting to see if he agreed or if he had a different plan.