Maera was mildly amused as they all filtered in – first Leotie and then the children before Naira caught up with them, her tail waving softly as she put a wolfish grin on her features. Food. Food had always been her priority, even in summer – the work never stopped, after all. She felt content in that moment, simply following along silently for the journey to see what Triell was up to, and the possibility of a hunt burning at her paws. She was always ready. The draw didn’t look too familiar, but Maera reminded herself that it was a big forest, and there was a lot she surely had yet to discover about it.
She swiftly followed after the pup that was bounding ahead, sticking close to the others as her nose followed the tantalizing scent. It was a good morning for a hunt and she felt like she could already taste the meat. She couldn’t help it – when she caught the scent her instincts and lessons kicked in and all she could think about was food – not trees, or the pups or even what had gotten Triell out and about in the first place (she would have been more curious of Triell’s inability to fall asleep had it not been for the deer itself)… wait… why were they so concerned about trees? She didn’t pose a question, content with being a silent companion on this trip.