come a little closer

The other was a massive beast. One of those old-new fangled dire wolves she heard of and never met before now. He seemed to grasp her reasoning, unaware he hadn't been paying attention to the prey before now. The yearling was on though, he made sure to let her know it was her hunt and he'd follow after her. A deer wouldn't be trouble for two wolves on the prowl, especially one of this guy's size. That made her confident. She knew what to do. Skirting around the grazing deer, she made sure her body was blended into their surroundings. Directly aligning herself with the buck, she bounced out of the foliage.

A vicious snarl escaped her lips. Wren rushed the startled buck, trying to herd it in the direction of Big Guy. She was trusting he had the instinct to bring it down, having no knowledge of his experience. Hunting was one thing she could do. She could do it very well. It had served her well, too. But sometimes she knew she couldn't do it alone. That's when help came in. Maybe one day... She'd be part of a pack again. Until then, she licked her wounds and made sure to take care of her skill sets. Nobody liked a lazy, inexperienced member of the pack! "Now!" she managed to snap, her jaws inches away from the buck's back leg.

It ran right into the big guy, blind panic. It didn't smell the other wolf, but if it turned their neck... Big Guy wasn't exactly, you know, blend into the woodwork.