Barrow Fields the oblong box

Not often is the Wealda's voice as alluring as this, but it prompts Lilia to smack her lips and seep forward into the dip where her leader lay in wait. Ears flattened, the spry young hunter lifted her head to peer past the turf, and out at the small herd of deer. More tempting to her is the fact that after they eat, they will go home- and reclaim their lands. She was eager to tell Reki of the pack's adventures, and to try and worry Ancelin out from wherever it was he'd disappeared to, as well. 

She remained motionless as she observed the animals. Having slain a buck just days ago, she would be content with the smaller animal. His antlers fewer, his body slim. The does might be slower, she thought- but would likely put up a hell of a fight, wanting not only to save their own lives but the ones they carried within them. 

She waited.