Vertigo

She'd been intentionally avoiding this part of the Basin. Vertigo had heard about the herd's newest quest and, quite honestly, she wasn't looking forward to it. I mean, honestly, wolves and horses mixing? They were insane. Shaking her antlered head, Vertigo hoped that the outcome of this terrifying quest wasn't what she thought it would be.

With a sigh, she meanders through the Basin. Her tail swishing against her rump every so often. With her wandering has come the scents of predators. Halting suddenly, crystal eyes search her surroundings for any sign of the wolves. A soft snort and Vertigo inches forward, ebony ears swiveling around her antlered skull. The sound of water babbling reaches her long before any other does.

It's the sound of wolf pups that reach her soon after that worries her. Sapphire eyes hold the expression as she moves forward slowly. For with the sound of those pups comes the smell. That rank, wet dog smell. Ugh, Gross. Her face twists slightly in disgust as she halts again. She's slightly confused as the scents of an equine (and...stag maybe?) reach her as well. Ve searches the pines for those the smells belong to and is surprised to see their newest leader hidden among the trees.

She'd hadn't met him yet, but the Draft had heard of his promotion. A soft snort escaped her as she inched forward, doing her best to remain quiet. She stops again, this time taking in the scene their leader seems to be observing before her. A wolf pack. Swallowing hard, Ve peers at the stallion out of the corner of her eye, not really trusting the pack to completely take her gaze off of them.

This quest was insanity. Why would the wolves help them? She goes back to observing. Vertigo notices the older wolves returning from somewhere, probably their hunting. A smaller group of pups emerges from a den that she hadn't had the chance to notice before. Ebony ears prick forward slightly as they run to meet their parents. Sure, she wasn't a fan of the idea of convincing the wolves to join their side, but it was still interesting to observe them.

As the pale female canine greets her pups, the youngsters stop to lick their lips in anticipation. The anticipation of what? Tilting her head slightly in confusion, Vertigo wonders just what is going on here. There's no meat that she can see. Of course, depending on where the hunt had occurred, it would be extremely difficult for the older pack members to drag the kill back to the pack. Still, her confusion spread across her features as she watched silently, waiting for what was to come.