She caught the scent just a moment after Volkan after letting her mind run off with her. Having been raised on a staple of Caribou and Moose, she hadn't often encountered deer, but remembered the experience as delicious. Inching forward so she was alongside the taller wolf, eyes searched the woods for any sign of their prey. The meandering herd eventually came into sight, it was a small group, mostly mothers and their young... but which would make the best target?
Her tiny size easily ruled at least half the herd out, they were either too big or too healthy. There were a few does that were barely yearlings amongst the bunch and one was rapidly losing its fur, shunned by the majority of the herd. She wondered what was wrong and then decided she didn't care. It looked like dinner to her.</blockquote>