Morganna had expected the herds to start moving back into the area by now, but something was up. With her nose turned to the breeze she caught the ever present scents of the meadow, the distant lagoon, and the usual critters that also called these lands home. There wasn't anything particularly alarming about the scent of coyotes or foxes on the breeze, after all, they had cohabited these lands for years. At least the sight of deer grazing out on the meadow was a welcome one.
She turned to the gathering of wolves at her back, they did this often enough they hardly needed to communicate, but for the sake of the younger wolves that had joined them, looking for a final test before joining the rank of yearlings, well, it was easier to celebrate with food in their bellies. "I don' wan' anyone doin' anythin' foolish. If yer start ter get tired, fall back. Someone else can move in fer yer." With her words spoken she began to move in closer. They'd have to move quickly if they wanted to wear one down before it reached the treeline, and the old battle scarred doe seemed like the best taget on offer. Her silent nod towards the target was the final sign before the leader sprung forward, hoping to hinder the doe with bites intended to maim the delicate skin beneath her foreleg. Slower wolves could try and pull her down from behind.