I chase the deer towards Kara and and Twilight, nipping at their heels to spur them on. The four of us are an efficient team, having been sent out to hunt together before, and the deer are downed without much of a struggle on our part. We follow Twilight's lead- she's a natural born leader, a quality of hers that I admire, probably because I lack it myself. It wasn't long ago I was a pup myself, and while I do well at supporting others, leadership is often best left to the stronger, more experienced wolves, like Sundance, Eclipse, Twilight... and Shamrock. I look up to them, and without their guidance would without a doubt be dead.
We carry the deer back towards the South Rock, two wolves to each deer. My end sags slightly- I've always been a bit smaller, even than most of the females- but I fight keep up with the others. We've come about three quarters of the way when I stop, turning to Twilight.
"Do you smell that?" It's vaguely familiar, reminding me slightly of Shamrock though I know it's not him. It's close, and with a jolt I identify the scent. It's an alpha, an alpha male.