As the sun begins to rise over the sloping eastern tundra, five wolves break from the raised treeline, bathed in the golden light. The take a moment to observe the valley below, then spread out, making their way through the windswept pines and exposed rocks. Once they reach a large granite boulder jutting out from the slope of the hill, one- a muscular, large framed wolf, stops at the edge and raises her head, seemingly catching a scent of some prey, and motions for the others to follow as she leaps down in pursuit. Three of the wolves rush forward, running through the undergrowth as quickly and quietly as mist, bearing down on a small herd of mule deer, who scattered in panic at the sight of them. The three wolves, lead by a sleek, light-coated wolf with glowing white eyes, focused on one doe, whose bounds were hindered by an obvious limp. They corralled the injured deer to an outcrop of scattered boulders jutting out from the sloping hills, and upon passing under one- a blur of motion flashed out of the crevasse, as the fifth wolf latched onto the deer's neck. The three chasers caught up, and together they all began to finish the wounded animal off. (wip)