Whitefish River Erlkönig

Let's move on to the next round :) Any others who wanted to take part are welcome to join in as well!

Their numbers grew. She smiled at Tamar, who had brought her own band of wolves with her, a mixture of both adults and children. Here at the edge of the valley they could get their first good look at their neighbours, to see that both packs seemed to be small, but familial. The tall, scarred man had two children as bookends, and she looked to see her own children smiling with anticipation. 

Granite did not seem interested in the least- yet- but she was used to such behavior by now. He was still to be included, even if he wanted a bit of distance. 

Her gaze returned to Tamar, before she flicked her eyes out toward the grazing animals. The banks of the river were steep, and the river itself might be enough of an obstacle to keep the herbivores from escaping a direct charge. 

"If we sweep in from the South..." She suggested quietly, for the adults with keen ears. "We can herd them to where the valley narrows; those who are strong may ford the river, there." Her eyes shimmered. Unspoken was the promise that there might be one who would not be strong or agile enough to make the crossing.