come a little closer

She knew as a vagabond she was limited. Help would have to come in order to survive the location she found herself in. The North was harsh and unforgiving, but she found solace in this woodland. The scent of prey was heavy, so she opted to follow a trail at random and see what she finds. Random is as random does, she can't survive off fish forever. Wren tries to track as stealthily as possible. She also knows as a lone woman, she had a chance to catch anything unawares. Her scent isn't heavy with a pack. She doesn't seem to be threatening. That has to change sometime. She should really throw herself into fights and work on her skills. So much to do... So little time, it seemed.

The deer she spots is one alone. It seems to be a young buck, fresh off a mother's milk and eager to prove itself. Wren creeps closer, checking the direction it seems to be going. South. Probably to warmer climates while it waited out the winter months. Movement out of the corner of her eye catches her off-guard. She stares openly at a stranger, who seemed to be tracking the same deer. She decides in an instant. Neither of them would go home hungry if they worked together. She raises her tail silently, gesturing with her olive-colored nose to the deer. Her eyes suggest going in together. But would they? She wasn't entirely sure. It's not like she could talk to them, being in such close proximity to their prey.

Wren wasn't willing to place her trust in the stranger, but she was willing to at least work together. This way, they could both have a meal. If they had a pack, they could bring food back to them. Or a family, or just a few friends. Who knows? She isn't one to judge.