Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Feeling a stab of frustration as she remembered her earlier hunt, Niita shrugged a bit. "I just got back from hunting. It got away." The pale girl was still mad at herself, a raccoon would've been a good meal for the pups. 

Niita glanced up as Steady mentioned not going towards the den, reminded of the easy reprimand she had gotten for going too close. The petite she-wolf had made a point of digging a cache a good ways away from the clearing to put the prey in for the pups until Steady could get to it. 

Sensing a bit of tension, though she wasn't sure why, Niita's cerulean eyes flickered between both males.