The Chase

Katja stretched lightly, reveling in the feel. Old, yes, she was getting there, but her body had yet to betray her. Today she would need to take larger game to feed her growing children - already a season old and growing quickly, they needed more and more food. It was time to replenish their stores. The soft morning light filtered through trees fully leafed with summer, and anticipation sharpened her senses as she lifted her muzzle to sniff at the warming air. There had been a cow moose here recently with her young, but Katja dismissed them. She would need a larger group than she intended to call to take down an adult moose, and it was simply bad stewardship to kill a pregnant or nursing animal. Ah, there. Fresh deer-scent, a young whitetail buck who had traveled along this route less than an hour passed. At a wolf's pace it would not take long to close the distance between them. Even so, she could not take a buck deer alone so, as she'd known she would need to, she lifted her voice in an invitation for a couple pack members to join her in a hunt.