Jäger Natürlich

Caribou was the first thing Taiga mentioned, and Kiela felt herself instinctively stiffen. The nearby herd was off-limits to her, unless there was an old or injured cow she had somehow missed in the bunch. They had suffered too hard this past year for her to feed from them, not yet. Next she mentioned an injured deer and that earned a nod, a little more enthusiastic than normal for her. "Let's go then, Taiga." Though she was hardly a social wolf there was always something instinctively thrilling about hunting alongside another predator, whether wolf or cat or something else entirely. She caught scent of the deer easily, following Taiga a little less gracefully across the stream - pausing to shake out her wet limbs before continuing on. On the other side of the stream the tracks were obvious and easy to follow. "I can take a wide path around the deer. Try to cut it off?" Kiela suggested, titling her head as she looked to Taiga for confirmation. If she seemed to agree Kiela would set off, hoping to take a wide path around toward the other side of the deer without alerting it to her presence.