During the majority of their journey west in search of a new source of prey, a comfortable silence hung between the hunters. Jynx did not oppose healthy conversation, nor did she mind extended moments without speech. And in the case of Merys, who seemed not to favor small talk, their relatively wordless trek suited her just fine. Unlike some of the other wolves within the pack, she did not know the older male on a more personal level. But that didn't stop her from feeling as if she could almost know what he was thinking. If she was right, then all the better. Cohesive hunters performed at their best when on the same wavelength, where words were unnecessary.

With the trio of pups back home growing like little weeds, plus larger appetites of the adults to satisfy, it was crucial that the two aspiring hunters stayed on top of their game. Variety in prey was not only good for the diet and hunting experience, but as a steady introduction to the diversity of prey the children would one day hunt, too. She found it curious that she and Merys were passing through the Stonewatch Timbers again. The very region in which both of them had started their newest chapters with the pack. But they were not here to reminisce. The smaller, more vibrantly colored female strode through the area without missing a beat, unphased by the familiar surroundings. Her mind was on hunting, and nothing else.

Like her counterpart, she too, caught the scent on the wind. She inhaled it through her nostrils deeply, softly. Assessing it carefully, weeding out any hints of infection or weakness. Her easy strides had slowed to much more carefully placed, deliberate steps. Up ahead water glimmered distantly, but the pond was not what had forced her to tense up. It was the animal swimming in it. Ceasing movement altogether, Jynx had lowered her body almost to the ground. Their prey...a large beaver in this case, continued to swim back and forth like the hard little worker their kind were. Gathering chunks of dead wood, twigs and grass to add to it's self constructed dam. The large rodent had not yet noticed the two hunters, who were so focused on it's every move. Only a subtle shift of an eye was given to her partner, before initiating the hunt. She edged forward in short, tense steps. Her timing was such that she only moved when the beaver was looking the other way. When it neared the bank closest to them, or turned it's head in their direction, she froze. With luck, this sneak attack technique would hold up.