She was at it again, doing her best to prove her worth and get herself out of this ditch she was in. It was no one's fault, but her own. She was tracking prey movements prepping to get a pack hunt together before winter was upon them. She was keeping track of larger prey because she was hoping that enough pack members would come to the hunt that they could take down a significant prey animal that could feed us. She had been hunting small animals left and right leaving them by the communal dens for anyone who was hungry. Doing her best to do her job and she would continue to do so. Today she was tracking some trails after she had caught some rabbits this morning.
The trail had started deep within the plains and it was fairly recent so the young hunter fallowed it, tracking the small herd into the Moor. She was being careful though, knowing darn well the larger deer species were in rut and getting close to a bull or buck in rut was vary dangerous. and she was making sure not to cross paths with either of them.
