Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Pearl got to her feet, though weakly, and was empowered by the sound of a hunt. She was acustomed to different tones of howls by now, and this one meant possible food. Letting the black spots fade from her vision, she was quick to arrive at the scene through the barren brambles. The thorns had stubbornly remained, it seemed, to claw at her fur as she (somewhat) gracefully made her way down. 

Shaking her fur out, she went to stand beside her packmates before realizing, hey wait, I'm the alpha here with the hunting trade." Pearl was fast to regain her dominance as she corrected her posture and tail and paced to the front. There were only two males that challenged her pack's meal, and they were part of a pack. The scent of blood was already affecting her.

The dark one wanted a comprimise, and while that all sounded good and dandy, they were probably the bigger pack with the greater need. Most likely. "How many in your pack? Any young? We could be swayed to give you what you need, as all need to survive this hard time, and it would be largely counter-intuitive to kill everyone now. A lot of energy gone to waste and unecessary injuries. A pity, really." she said, speaking truth and willing to give them at least what they needed to survive. Her packmates may feel different, but it was her turn to be the Alpha-bitch. Plus, she was hungry. Ain't no one gonna mess with her.