Tattered flags unfurled

Frost heard what the target was, it was a weak one horned goat. Once she heard what the target was she wanted to just run headlong at it and just sink her teeth into its neck. She wasn’t positive that she should do that though, she had seen the two cream colored wolves head out to scout for the goat herd. She was restless but had no clue what she should do. She saw Varda stand up and gesture for her to follow, she jumped up in anticipation. Only she realized that she had no clue what to do, she was pretty confident about her hunting skills alone but when it came pack hunting she was completely clueless.
She would follow Varda and heard what she said about avoiding the legs, throughout almost all of this Frost was majorly confused. To her it seemed as if everybody was scattered and there was no form of order, she thought that in pack hunts everybody stayed together. Sure there might be a couple of wolves on the edge of the group, but for the most part everybody stayed in a tightly knit group. All of this seemingly disarray was all too confusing for her, so once she had caught up with Varda she would say ”I honestly have no clue how any of this is working.”