Halla scouted through the basin, sifting out the scent of prey from the wonderful smells of the sweet grass. She had to be particularly picking hunting alone. This meant searching for injured prey, ideally smaller prey. So far she wasn't having much luck. With the return of spring grass it seemed most of the prey she could go for were in good health so it was likely going to be rabbit for lunch again. She'd caught the smell of horses but hadn't bothered with it. A lone wolf didn't stand a chance against them and horse meat was eaten more in desperate times in her home land though… her stomach rumbled. She was getting rather desperate. If she could find an injured colt she certainly wouldn't say no.
She then picked up the scent of other wolves. Mixed pack scents. Was there a group out hunting then? She followed the scent to find a triad sizing up the herd. She moved quietly forward. Speaking softly she asked, "May I join you in this hunt?"
