Sunset Valley swison

the reek and sound of the caribou was overwhelming. she caught sight of the second white wolf and sucked her breath into her mouth, staring at the mass of scarring and haunting yellow eyes. and then the man was shouting to them, and the girl looked back at him.
how many hunts? what? "uh!" she shouted back. "um, no hunts! we — this is our first!" she and druid had both hunted in rivenwood, but this was vastly different. and if they hadn't seen a caribou she highly doubted that mireille had seen one either.
the war-girl gasped as she was nearly side-swiped by one of the milling animals, galloping away from the wolves. she retreated at once to nearby space inhabited by druid and mireille, but her tail stood stiff and restless behind her, and she would mirror whatever movement the tall pale man made, hoping desperately that he would allow them to join.