<em>After about five or so rabbits have been collected, there isn't another rustling for a good length of time. Finally, behind the pile of rabbits is a large but young and vital deer... or what was once one. The wolf, seemingly not tired in the least, casts a glance over at his daughter to check once more that she's safe, then pads over to the campsite, and settles down, facing away from the pond. His ears are pricked up, however, listening carefully, and his eyes, Fayne can be sure, are constantly scanning the area for any sign of something out of place, of some sign of the threat.</em>