Barrow Fields the oblong box

The stag turned, supple under their fencing jaws. Lilia would cover one flank, to make sure that it did not break for an exit to one side, and relied on her packmates to do the same. A strike by her leader sent the buck staggering in her direction, poorly balanced as it struck out with a hoof. Lilia snarled and snapped at its fetlocks, guiding it on its path and offering more penalties should it stray. 

She knew their packmates loomed ahead, hidden still, but ready to snap into motion once the buck came within range.