An Outflanker's First Hunt ~ open

Mhairie carefully trotted along the edge of the woods that outskirted her pack, the Carreg Gaer. She knew that as an outflanker, she had an important role in the pack, and she was gratified to be a part of one of the most noble packs of the MacDuncan territory. This was quite an honor to be with the healthiest wolves. And she knew that she would hopefully be sent to run with other packs. Surely Duncan MacDuncan would smile upon her and grant her to go and run with other packs. That would be the largest, most wonderful thing that would ever happen to her. Mhairie's thoughts changed to food, the supreme way of survial. Mhairie had eaten the rich liver of a leachen eater just yesterday, and that had kept her full for a long time. But today she had eaten only four rabbits for breakfast, as today she was traveling, and not running with the pack as much. There hadn't been a byrrgis this day. Soon Mhairie smelled a buck. She headed in its direction, making sure she kept downwind of him.

After trotting carefully downwind of him for a long time, she finally caught sight of him. She toyed with him a while longer, first pretending to not be interested, then getting interested again. Finally she reared to the right and catching the buck off gaurd, she pounced on his shoulder and sank her teath into that life pumping artery. The buck sank to the ground, and Mhairie started to feast.