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Ravenna could smell it. It still mocked them by traveling the area around their home, being careful not to get too close to the pack's territory markers. The moment she was certain that the scent was but hours old, she sings out to her members for them to rally and join her on the hunt. Exiting the borders of her pack, she works her way into the direction of the moose. He had injured his ankle before and it only led to wonder how much his health had decreased since she had last seen him weeks prior.
It could not have been more then fifteen or twenty minutes of her trailing the bull that she caught sight of him, his head low as he dug at the earth looking for any signs of vegetation. The injured limb by now had swollen at the ankle and as he graze it was evident the limp he carried had become much more grave. Good. It would increase the chances of the pack's success now that they were doing it on their own. This time around it would just be her and her pack. She felt that now it was going to be that way for a while and perhaps it was better like that. She didn't have to worry about her members stepping on anyone else's toes to keep an alliance if there was not one and she didn't have to worry about playing nice with others just to keep the peace, either. Somehow, someway, Willow Ridge seemed to have gotten a bad rep. Whether it be the wolves there were too serious, to mean, too bullheaded or that some still thought them weak minded, divided, a shadow of their once selves. Ravenna scoffed at the thought. Willow Ridge had outlast any other pack in all the Lore and it would last still after years had crumbled everything else to dust. It was created by the paws of Elettra Archer and it had so far proven to be just as immortal as she.
Silently, Ravenna prayed to the gods for protection and to her parents for guidance as she crept forward, remaining hidden from the view of her prey until her pack caught up with her. This time, she hoped, the pack would be successful unlike the other few failed attempts as a grouped hunting. Third time was a charm, after all.