Lost in the crowd

She followed after the Archangel, falling slightly behind the woman to ensure she didn't block the way. Like the alphess, she walked at a relaxed pace with an equally relaxed posture, scanning the surroundings in the hopes of remembering the location of these hunting grounds. Unfortunately, no matter where she stood in the plains, it all looked awfully the same. Perhaps that was because it was a new territory, a new environment for her to accustom to. Soon she'd learn where each imperfection in the grass and soil laid, where the terrain gently sloped and every other detail like so.

Then she noticed the change in the older woman's steps, and she too became the aware and cautious of her walking. The mouth-watering scent of elk drifted to her nose as she slowed her pace, lowered her body and took each silent step warily. The leader stated that the area was the most popular for the passing-by elk during spring, and with spring came calves - the perfect targets if left unattended. Wriggling after the alphess as she delved through the foliage, bicoloured eyes scanned the herd of elk just as the woman asked her for potential targets. A test? Already? Well then, she'd have to show the Archangel just how good she was. Her gaze lingered on each and every elk, examining their behaviour, estimating their age and observing if they were detached from the herd. "There is an injured one," she answered softly, gesturing with her muzzle to the particular animal. "There are a few calves as well. They could be ideal targets if we led them away from the herd."

"Speech"