Bearclaw Valley So you were six feet underneath me

With a determined yet angry look about her did Koume drag in the body of a fawn. It had just begun its life and already a prisoner of the undaunted spirit residing within the fiery girl. The fawn had been stuck in some brush with the parents gone, but as soon as it escaped once it saw the dark coat of the wolf it ran as if its life depended on going as fast as a bullet. Luckily it had stumbled, giving Koume the opportunity to catch up and end its life before it could get up again.

She let out a small howl, a call for help getting the heavier catch somewhere safe.