Fel watched with interest as she spotted a huntress of their pack following a trail whilst taking a patrolling stroll for herself. She was not on border patrol, but was rather exploring the lands and making sure everything was running smoothly. Gemini did not seem to notice her from the distance, so focused on her hunt. The Elite observed her for a few long moments before following after her. She had offered her help before, and would gladly give her aid again. Following on silent, broad paws, the raven fae targeted both the scent of the prey and the other wolf. She approached downwind, but padded around and past the smaller fae. Speed was not her forté, though she did not necessarily lack it. But an ambush would be best for her. Settling herself among the brush, Fel coiled her muscles in preparation to dart out, assuming that Gemini would have to take the first move on the deer. The tiny herd would likely come this way when they ran.
Ears focused forward, she felt the snow-covered earth with her paws. It took several moments before the thrumming of their hooves began to vibrate the ground. At the perfect moment, the Elite rushed forward at a perpendicular angle to the panicked deer’s path. It was the medium of the three, yet still significantly larger than the weak one. The runt would be easiest to pick off later. For now, it was important to eliminate those who were strong. With a grunt, she intercepted the ungulate, ducking her head down to the side to secure a hold on one leg and ramming her shoulder into the deer with full force. Biting down furiously, she injured the prey’s ankle, snarling as her shoulder squarely received an angry kick in return. Dragging the animal forward, Fel further thrashed and dislodged the joint, then immediately diving towards the back of its neck. With a rapid jerk, its suffering was over and its struggling limbs fell limply onto the snow. Taking a deep, softly groaning breath, she wiggled and flexed her shoulder. Thankfully, everything was fully operational. It was no more than a bruise. After regaining a decent amount of air in her lungs, she trotted over to visit Gemini, whose lonely call just began to sound. Throwing her chin upwards, Fel joined her with a deeper voice. Once they were both finished, the Elite marched over beside the resting hunter. The fae was obviously suffering from fatigue. As she drew nearer, she detected a gash upon the side on which we was approaching. The wound did not seem serious, but it would require the attention of their healer. In a deep rumbling tone, Fel spoke to her pack mate, “Congratulations upon this fine kill, Hunter Gemini. I am quite impressed. However, I do give you the order to see a healer immediately. I know minor wounds are no big issue for strong wolves, but infections can be. You never know where these deer have trekked.” Lowering her head down, she nudged the relaxing fae’s shoulder with her broad snout. “Up and at ‘em. To the healer. Let’s go.” The words were well-intended, but came across harshly. It was not that she intended them to be commanding, though commands they were, but rather that her voice made them come across more unsympathetic than another wolf’s. Fel would get the fae moving first, hopefully in time for someone else to show up and protect the well-deserved meal until everyone arrived. What would’ve been the optimal outcome was for the healer to come to them. Realizing this, Fel inhaled deeply and released a summoning howl for the healer. Whether or not she would come, however, was unknown. For the meantime, the Elite returned to nudging the injured huntress up onto her paws, ignoring the throbbing in her own shoulder.