Seraphina had found the outcrop a little earlier in the day and had relished at the challenge of climbing it. She was sure-footed on this terrain and traveling all over the mountain was second nature to her. However, the outcrop was a little more difficult to scale. It had taken her the better part of the morning to get to the top, but now she was glad that she had taken the time to do the climb. At the top, the outcrop offered the most beautiful view of the mountain and of the forest that bordered it. Phina felt as though she could stay atop the outcrop, taking in the view, for the rest of the day. But, there were things to do. She had come out here today to hunt and that's what she intended to do. With a disappointed sigh, the dappled woman prepared to descend the outcrop, bunching her tone muscles as she carefully placed her paws to lower herself down. Just before she did, her intelligent brown eyes caught sight of a wonderful opportunity: a small herd of pronghorns. One of them was injured, favoring her back right leg, and Seraphina's lips curled up in a delighted smile.

Though she could see the pronghorn she was certain they could not see her. From where she was they looked smaller then her, though she knew that wasn't true. Confident that the distant sound of her howl would not disturb them, Phina tilted her head back and howled for her pack mates to come meet her. Hopefully, enough of them would have time to answer her call and they would be able to take down the injured pronghorn. Phina was experienced with this prey. They cluttered the flatland around the rapids where she used to live and Phina had been hunting them since she was a pup. On flat land they were almost impossible to catch. Their speed was remarkable, but they were terrible jumpers. And Phina knew exactly how to play the mountain terrain to their disadvantage because of their poor jumping skills. Satisfied that her pack mates would be here soon she began the careful, but hasty descent down the outcrop.