The old woman pulled herself to her feet and shook away the dust that had clung to her fur. As she emerged from the cave pausing beside the wolf she had seen exit. She was not the type to hurry, first taking in the hazy weather, and then slowly turning her scarred muzzle towards the little woman seated to her left. "Good morning," she greeted and lowered her haunches to sit. "I don't think I've introduced myself yet, I'm Skana Coho."

"Might you ladies like a hunt? It is a nice day, after all." The chocolate wolf's large form, arthritic limbs, and failing eye were not conductive to catching the smaller things a solitary wolf would live on. Her greater size and strength were much more suited to taking down larger prey, which weren't as quick and elusive as little creatures like rabbits and squirrels. Having fed well on the caches stored by the pack and her former strength more or less returned, she thought it was time she returned the favor. The three of them could hopefully take down something suitable enough for a filling breakfast, with a little left to stash away.

Heart racing with excitement, she glanced at Narime as she began to get up and shake her pelt. The taller silver yearling was bursting with mixed scents. They were good, though. She watched the wolf's blue eyes dart around with thoughts Rose couldn't possibly read. Long tail waving behind her like a dragging flag, she trotted forward and stuck her nose in the air, reading it carefully. "Where do you suggest we go?"

She inquired the two wolves behind her, wondering if Skana would step up and take lead of this hunt. Rose Slayer had never taken much control of these kind of things, but it couldn't be that hard. She felt her tail slowly lift in surprise. "Ah, the elk are already running around this time of morning, guys." She murmured, more to encourage herself.