Once she was further away from the natal den, Desideria shifted from a stealthy walk to an easy lope. The scent of the pines lining the territory was thick in the air, but it could not hide the telltale perfume of a small herd of deer wandering nearby. They'd flown too close to the sun, and soon one of them would end up burnt. Once she felt she was far enough away from Namid and her puppies, the tawny timber wolf slowly to a halt, and pressed her nose to the sky. Wriggling it, she noted the musky scent of the ungulates was heavier here. They were getting closer. She dare not bark for her packmates, lest she startle the deer before the hunt could begin.

Instead, she settled down in the fallen pines, her light coat blending in well amongst the trunks of trees. Her ears swiveled on her head like little radar dishes, listening for any further sign of the prey, or of her packmates approaching. It was not her idea to hunt, and she had no desire to take over the lead in this. Hunting small prey was her forte. Well, no, stealing was her true forte, but she was trying to change these things.

When another wolf approached, she lifted her head, waiting for her packmate to come close enough to whisper. "I can hear them. I'm not-- Never hunted a deer before, but I've hunted a lot of small things. I can flush it out towards you though, I'm good at that. Just give the word."

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The first wolf to approach was the man who'd suggested a hunt in the first place. He was quick to settle with her, keeping low and out of the wind as the deer continued to wander nearby. It would be such a pity, if they wasted their opportunity before they really began. Rolling her ears forward, his question caught her slightly off guard. But then again, this was the male that even Namid admitted to knowing little about – for all the scout in training knew, the russet wolf preferred to stay away from the rest of the pack altogether, coming together only when it benefitted the entire group. Leaning in, she whispered, "Her name is Angele. She's Anthem's sister."

Admittedly, she knew little else about the newcomer, other than that she was large, and thought very well of her sibling. They probably made a decent team, not unlike her own brothers. Sometimes it seemed as if the twins could speak without words or signals, only through a special telesthesia that belonged only to them. If the same were true for the Fallen Tree Cove pack siblings, it could work well to the hunting party's advantage – assuming Angele and Anthem wanted to work with them at all.

She didn't have to wait for long, as the beta soon approached the pair. Lifting her head, she gave the cloudy wolf a nod in acknowledgement. "Was waiting for you," she murmured quietly. "I offered to flush the deer. 'm not very big, but I'm quick, and can chase them towards you two if you tell me where you want them." Desideria lapsed into silence after her offer, looking from the oldest to the youngest as she waited for one of the males to make a decision.

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It was a small group, but it seemed to be capable enough. Anthem was the beta, after all, and their hunting leader had been here longer than herself or the white female. Resisting her urge to hum, she simple offered the youngest wolf a short nod. Less voice meant less chance the herd about the area would notice them. Fortunately, the gray male approved as well, and the desert dame nodded again, acknowledging the highest ranking wolf. Her tail swished once behind her as her eyes sought out the other femme – they'd met before. Perhaps they didn't understand each other so well, but they were no hostilities between the two. They could probably work together.

"Angele can pick the mark," she agreed, voice very low, "and I will chase it to you two here, yeah? I'm the fastest, I can cut it off if it tries to make a run for it once it realizes this is a trap." Nodding once, she glanced around the small group of others. Smallest, and fastest, the scout in training was certain that would be the best use of her abilities. "And I won't go for the killing blow…'less someone tells me, yeah? So no worries there."

Speed came at the cost of strength, after all. Picking herself off the forest floor, Desideria gave the pair of males one last nod before she began to creep away, waiting for Angele to follow – and eventually, take the lead. If this would get them a kill, she was happy to fall in line, and once they were in place, she turned her head towards the white wolf. "Say who," she whispered, voice barely audible, even to a canine's ear.

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