Lost in the crowd

The Archangel spoke a word unfamiliar to the Destruction's ears, a small frown playing on her features before she heard words she was used to hearing. Ah, much better. Her ears must have been messing with her or she may have misheard something. Or perhaps it was a word from the leader's native tongue. She pushed the subject aside as she listened to the alphess' words, trying to take in every part of it. The silver-furred woman pointed out a few elk that had a respiratory illness, evident by the dull look in their eyes and their lack of interest. They were also good targets, though they had to be careful the illness didn't affect the whole herd, or else both packs in the west would lose a food source.

Another quiz to test her knowledge - this one harder by a smidgen. Hunting strategies varied between wolves. It all depended on the situation. Animals on their own, wandering a fair distance from the herd made perfect targets on the spot, though when they were protected in a dense herd, a different strategy called. "Seeing as they're all close together, it would be best if we got them running, allowing the weaker ones to lag behind and separated from the rest of the herd."

"Speech"