Askan had made his leave when the rain had died off, leaving Denali to wonder if he'd hold his word true. Did he really have leaders like he said, or was he but a cowardly liar? They hadn't spent much time together, but he seemed honest enough, and so she had happily tended to her tasks. Throughout the day of his absence she managed to relocate her cache and bring her items to her newfound, and hopefully temporary, haven. There she carefully began skinning the animals to an attempt at profection, making mistakes along the way. And not only were there three prairie dog pelts lining her den, but a pair of rabbit skins as well. Denali had even placed her cache within the burrow's walls and beneath her pile of animal furs. The Covox gal had eaten only what was necessary to part body from pelt, spurring herself on to catch more with lustful hunger. Some may have found it cruel or greedy, but she saw it as wise to stock up for days, then feast, and at last rest.
Despite the lack of use to a loner, the tan pawed timber had followed the hoofprints of a single deer, and by the smell a youthful stag. Perhaps two or three years old, healthy, and of a good weight. Now, she didn't gather all of this by smell of course, but by how deeply he had stepped into the ground, and by the tall Larkcall grasses that provided him with plenty to eat. Deni had been practicing her tracking since the first ray of sunlight, and by now the sun sat happily in the sky. Thankfully a few clouds here and there blocked its harsh rays every so often, sparing her from intense heat upon her dark back. She was growing thirsty though, and assumed so was the stag, if not leading her towards a drink. He was a good distance away from her, a brown spec on the horizon, and she but a dot to him aswell. However, he hadn't looked to the light stepping female once, his back turned to her, and the wind still for the time. No breeze to sway the surrounding greens nor the strands amongst her coat.
(Edit: If cool with everyone else, I thought I'd invite @Drestig )