Hours earlier... Neha stood atop a great slab of natural stone, carved from the canyon walls and reaching well above the treetops. Towards the west, her cold brown eyes were fixated. Watching...anticipating. Some miles away, in a stretch of clearing, flanked by the great lake on one side, a mass of dark brown poured in. Their numbers were great, and their timing couldn't have been any more perfect. Caribou. Theirs for the taking. Neha knew the pack would have to act quickly on this golden opportunity before it was gone just as swiftly as it came. With a flick of her ears, she let her eyelids fall shut, recalling the course of events over the weeks of the past. The coyotes were no more...that was a blessing. But their neighbors remained, of course. And worse yet, @Nineva had been forced to step down, leaving the Vuesain to fill in for her. Temporarily of course. Until she was ready to reclaim her spot, Neha in the meantime would run the pack to the best of her ability. There had been a time when once, she may have considered leading a pack of her own, but those days were long gone. She would do what needed to be done, grateful for at least the experience.

Now it was time to act. Raising her head, she let out a powerful cry, beckoning the rest of the Keep wolves forth. Come join me! We shall hunt...we shall feast, together! And while at it, send a powerful message to the wolves of Driftwood Surge. Vigil's Keep was here to stay. They would hunt where they pleased...where the prey was. They would not be shoved aside by a band of greedy bullies who thought so highly of themselves. Clacking her jaws with a low growl, she flew down the rocky path which she had climbed and began to make her descent. She didn't stop once she reached level ground. She pushed ahead, through her home, making a direct beeline towards the clearing that she knew lay to the west. Awaiting them would be their bounty.

To her dismay, only a handful of them responded to her call. She already knew Aytigin would be joining her. Elias arrived, followed by Ramiel, then of course her brother. Once gathered, she acknowledged Elias' suggestion. "Yes. Once we get close we should try and steer our target closer to the borders." She was aware that she was taking a risk doing this and his wariness was justified. As for the others, she would not hold it against them for sitting out.

With her hunting party gathered, she pushed on southwest towards the small clearing in which the caribou herd awaited them. Soon the trees began to thin and as she drew closer, their prey came into view. With a flick of her tail she stalked silently amongst the trees, examining the caribou through narrowed brown eyes. They needed to find a target. An old or injured animal, preferably. And after a moment of scanning, Neha found her candidate. Towards the back of the herd, one lingered. His back right hoof dragged and scraped along the ground. He was lame, and in obvious discomfort. "There. Towards the back. He will be sluggish. Easy to take down between us."