Rising Sun Valley Fresh Meat… and it’s me

For the first time in quite a while, Malila felt her spirits brightening slightly. Here, in the company of two handsome, accomplished pack wolves, willing to work with her. It gave her a faint sense of normalcy again. 

She nodded. She would flush the stag. Drive him towards the larger men. Would keep her ears open for a sharp bark and be ready to call out with one of her own. 

The stag was growing more nervous by the minute. The lowered swing of his skewering antlers made Malila drop back. She got an idea. Diving back into thicker cover, hoping the stag would be tricked into thinking she had retreated for good.