Sex: Female
As per instruction, and with the absence of Emmaline she'd ask Blackmoore to accompany her on this scouting trip. If there were coyotes she had good backup because despite not seeing him in action he seemed like he would give them more trouble then they him. Had he always been a guardian? A question she did not yet ask.
They had a herd of elk to find. So far they'd moved out of the meadows. Hopefully they were not much farther. She didn't want to get much closer to the Scowle, and wanted to get this hunt going. With all the damn coyotes it would be best if they could get a big kill again. It would sate them for awhile, and maybe she could have a break of some form. It would be nice to see Macha again or...something. No words quite described what she sought. She only knew each day felt like a replay of the last and it was wearing on her. Though she was bitter to admit it, she was disheartened by a few things.
As they continued to walk in silence, often their noses in air checking for prey or pausing to listen she kept thinking about speaking. They weren't being entirely stealthy, and so for the trail was old. She felt a bit guilty. They'd been in the same pack for so long she really should know him better. After all he seemed like an all right guy. He'd stuck it out with the pack. She'd even seen him with the pups a few times. A chore some men ran from. He just seemed like the quiet soldier, and half of her hated to prod him. She had to start somewhere. "So was it Ravenna who recruited you?" She thought so but for some reason wasn't positive, and it was the best she could start with.