^^ Typing in all those names, all I could think was "On Dasher on Dancer on Prancer and Vixen!" Etc. XD
I'm gonna start a pack hunt here- I think I'm allowed to do that? Or, if not a pack hunt, a hunt for members in the pack who're around...Pups're welcome/encouraged to watch, but the hunt is really only for adults. Gonna put a bit of a deadline on this and in the interest of this not dragging out, I'mma saaaaay the first round'll end once there are at least two other adults present. or Oct 29., whichever comes first! :D
EDIT: Just saw the NP pack thread thinger, saying that mountain goats are too dangerous. CHANGED TO DEERS.
Afternoon, light rain — Current Temperature: 42° F/5° C
Mountain goats. They were tough, rugged, and, despite their size- which was smaller than a deer- they could really move on the mountainside. On the flat plains they wouldn't have had a chance against wolves, but on more difficult terrain they had the advantage of being nimble and clever-footed, and could run at their own top speed even on the sheer mountainside. Thus, the horned herbivores generally stayed in the safest place- the more difficult the terrain, the more likely they were to find safety. But with the swift push of cold, the mountain grass had begun to shrivel and die. Fewer nutrients were to be found and what little green grass there was they cropped up and gobbled down greedily. This meant, of course, that they had to stay on the move.But the season was not right for hunting them- Sagacity watched with envy as the horned prey freely moved about their homelands, knowing that this was rutting season and it would be foolish to take them down. Thus, she turned a blind eye to the accessible prey, and found herself tracking a very small band of deer along the lower slopes of the mountain.
Sagacity had been tailing them, scouting them along the mountainside when she realized that they were moving much more frequently. And she knew that at some point, they would need to come down into lower pastures to graze- it was only a matter of time. So, under a grey sky and soft drizzle of rain, she tailed the herd of mountain goats along the mountain's edge, using her silver pelt to blend in with her surroundings and the wind to mask her scent, she watched with pleasure as they carefully picked their way down the slope. These deer were simply passing by, but having lived in the Lore, they were already used to the sound of a wolf's howl. So she kept her distance, and once she was absolutely sure they were headed to a grassy cirque- a bowl-shaped, miniature valley carved out of the mountainside where they would be on relatively flat ground, she pulled back and with a voice low and calm, she called out to her packmates. It was not a high, loud call which would've spooked the herd- but nevertheless, to a wolf's ears, the message would've been perfectly clear.
The hunt was on.
It would be a turkey shoot, if it all panned out correctly. With the deer in the cirque, they could easily be surrounded. They wouldn't have the tough footing to give them an aid- they'd be on grassy, flat ground, perfect for an ambush. Sagacity's heart beat like a raven inside her chest- they were going to eat, and they were going to eat well.