She was happy to see Sibyl was the next to arrive, leaning into the friendly brush against her side. Not a day went by now when she could bring herself to imagine her life without the tawny wolf in it, just like the young ones, now towering over her tiny frame. There was nowhere else for the sooty girl than here. With her family.
The dark second was the next to arrive, a wolf Aniu knew eventually she would need to rustle up the confidence to get to know on better terms, but for now, she was content to keep to herself, and her duties, teaching the younglings and hunting down what herbs she could and what small game she could wrangle on her own. She was far too busy, she told herself... and all her social time was spent with Sibyl anyway.
The next to arrive made her visibly cringe with the way his eyes slid over them. The large silvered male smelled of pack, but the way he carried himself spoke of trouble. She would not go seeking out this one, no way no how. Far too busy of course.
She could not stop her tail from waving as Taima finally joined them, and then slowed a little as the would be healer joined them. While she was not adverse to the older woman, she simply did not know her well, and so preferred to curb her enthusiasm at the sight. More legs, more teeth, more food. It was enough to put her at ease - for now.
She listened closely as Jayse gave them their directions. Nodding to the women who would accompany her with a friendly smile to the youngest of their party she didn’t dare tell the girl to keep close, knowing full well to do so would send her further in front than the gathered would be able to shelter her from flailing hooves. Hopefully, silent acceptance was enough for the headstrong girl.
Swiftly she moved them out before the wind would have a chance to change direction or have anyone blow their cover. It only took a few minutes to reach the herd, her sharp eyes scouting out. Old, young, sick, injured... It was hard to tell with the herd so bunched... but they needed to wait for the others to gain position anyway.
Shifting low behind the blackberry bushes that offered them cover she waited, finally spotting the one they would hunt. An old buck, well past his prime, his tattered pelt, bald in patches, his old joints swollen in the cold.
She raised the call.
It was time to hunt.