Frostwood:
Bramble looked at the others "There it is, up ahead, a doe, this'll feed the pack for sure! " He whispered "Thistle and Rimy, you go around, I'll drive it towards you." Bramble said, glancing at the doe once more.
Rimy spotted the doe, and nodded in reply, and moved to the right, quiet and low to the ground. Her excitement was growing, a doe was a good find, and they couldn't waste an opportunity like this.
(They wouldn't really smile, you know. I mean, my dog smiles at me, but it's a submissive gesture to her Alpha. Because I am Alpha Gertrude!)
(LOL! You're right, I need to read up on wolves again!)