Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

Calling all Saints!!! @Kynareth Deagon @Derg @Dove @Aries @Valour @Hemlocke @Leigh @Evelynn @Sasha Deagon

Time: Late evening/Nightfall 
Weather: 36 degrees F, Overcast
Activity: Hunt 

The Shieldmaiden had glimpsed a herd of what appeared to be elk, grazing out towards the Moors that neighbored the Strath. It had been a bit lighter out then, but the scents blowing toward her confirmed the herd was still close by. 
Nyra's golden eyes stayed pinned on the large beasts, thinking to herself....

Just one of those could feed us for at least a week...two of them would be even better. Too bad we don't have enough bodies to go for more than that...

With that decided, the snowy mammoth of a woman retreated back a bit further. The hooved monoliths would likely hear her regardless, but if they did not see her upon her howl, then they probably wouldn't relocate to a different spot. 
Then, Nyra threw her head back and sent a howl, calling for all wolves who shared the name Saint to her location. 

As she waited for the others to arrive, she kept a close watch on the elk herd to make sure they didn't trail off to a different part of their enclosed valley.