Autumnal Bounty [Valhalla Pack Hunt]

She’d ventured out, scouting for prey. She’d been noticing the shift in the seasons more acutely, and as the first leaves changed colors, she made the decision that it was time for a pack hunt beyond the wall, as was the new custom.

It had been tempting to take the pack on a bison hunt, but she knew the Knolls, the most likely place to find them, were claimed. But she was in luck as she was on her way back from her eastward circuit. She’d come across a trio of moose—a cow and two calves that hadn’t parted from their mother’s side yet. She’d spent several hours watching them, keeping out of sight and downwind.

It would be tricky. The cow was sure to be coming into estrus soon and was already making her calls to males—a bull might throw the hunt into chaos, and she wasn’t certain they had enough wolves to effectively bring down more than one of the calves if it went wrong.

If they could maneuver the animals in such a way that the shallows would impede their long legs and kicks enough, there was a good chance, as long as the attacks were swift, and they avoided the front end.

She’d been mulling over the possible strategies as she made her way home, and stopped at the wall, standing in the passage as she sent up a howl for the pack, calling for the able-bodied. They didn’t have enough specified hunters to leave it at that.

There was also an invitation to those who were not of the pack at all—loners, invited to hunt and lend a helping paw in return for a meal to compensate for their effort. With their numbers as small as they were, and so few experienced hunters, it would hopefully kill two birds with one stone—her pack would have extra help, and there was a possibility to fostering connections that might help in the future.

She stood, waiting patiently just beyond the wall.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think