oh deer

Corbie rarely went far from the flock on her hunts these days. Tornach's body was failing him, and while he did what he could she tried to avoid spending too long away from them. It was one of his good days, though, so she could be confident that he, Tam, and Aiden could handle things without her. Besides, they needed extra meat to dry into travel rations for this trip he wanted to take, when it would be difficult to get away from the flock to hunt enough for them and Tam. If she could get something big and smoke it that would be ideal, but with just her hunting alone these days she'd be more likely to need to spend the whole day hunting small game and still not have quite enough. Well, she'd cross that bridge if she came to it - maybe she'd get lucky and find a badly injured deer or chase coyotes off a fresh kill.

She paused and lifted her white-laced face to sample the wind currents, surprised to scent mule deer here, fairly fresh. And wolf as well - a loner, so thankfully unlikely to chase her off like she'd been contemplating chasing off coyotes. Still, she kept a weather eye out for the stranger as she crept closer to the deer scent, watching for signs of a deer a single wolf could possibly take. Well, no luck there it would seem, as the small herd seemed relatively healthy and alert. Too bad, since they were still wellfed and fatty this early in the winter. There was one doe that seemed to be slower than the rest but it would undoubtedly outrun her without another wolf or two to chase in relay with.