Silvertip Mountain Viva la vida (PACK HUNT)

The energy of the fray cracked through Nanook, and the promise of a kill bid her to join. Her mouth watered and, after hovering with watchful eye, Nanook made a decisive step to help in the final blow. Yet the built adrenaline swelled like a nauseous wave, and the girl skirted back to dance a full circle again. Her gaze swam between the wolves and tried to make sense of their attacks, but all she felt with each bared fang were her own raking through her sister's face, her mother's teeth against her snout, the biting words passed above her head, and the wounds that sunk with mama to the grave.

Numbness seeped through the girl at Steady's victory cry, and her ears slicked against her skull. The cow lay prone on the bloodied ground, a ready meal - but Nanook made no advance to partake of the kill. The one called Valette stayed back too - Desna would have pushed to the front - and the girl lowered her head in confusion, frustration, and a heavy awareness of the scrutiny of the few who glanced her way. Her teeth remained untouched by the flesh of the beast, and she decided then they would remain as such.

When she finally moved forward, she approached with the sole intent of helping in what way she could. She watched the white woman strip the meat until she understood enough to copy. But though her stomach gurgled, she ate nothing. Though she had chased and she had watched, she contributed nothing, so she would depart with the fair reward of nothing in return for her efforts. The temptation remained, but she steadied herself and continued biting and tearing, biting and tearing, biting and tearing. She would only eat what she had helped to catch, and the pain in her stomach would remind her she had failed to do that today.

Last from me as well!