Catch me if you can

With spring came a flood of new life. Stupid new life, young things far too inexperienced to easily avoid a hunter. It was the perfect time for a hunt, particularly for a pack that must pack on weight and muscle in order to survive when winter came around once more. Winter was far easier in the south, so these warm seasons encouraged a certain indolence there that Yfir could not afford to indulge themselves in. With that in mind, Katja had traced a caribou herd as it moved along to its calving ground, and it was with great satisfaction that she scented the faint traces of cows dropping their young. Alone, and vulnerable away from the herd if they could get to them before they rejoined. From far enough away to avoid giving away her presence, she lifted her muzzle to call out for the wolves of her pack, particularly those who were Karls or of a hunting inclination.

OOC: All karls (and equivelant ranks) are required to post. Thegns are encouraged as well, and anyone else is welcome. Required posts by 7/25