Northstar Vale i am speechless

There was movement, a flurry of it. First beneath her, then around her - and Dawa could only crouch where she sat, waiting for it to end. There was the crunch of snow and a snap like the sound of a small branch breaking, then quiet. Dawa was approaching even before Anemone requested it of her; but then with the instruction to to do quietly, the woman froze, and began to practice her steps. The smell of blood and hare became paramount to her senses. The Alpha, with her head low, drank in the smell with great inhalations - enough to make her stomach rumble and gurgle loudly. All this work for a simple rabbit. "It is yours," She comments in the bland tone of voice she is known for; her ears flick back and her head naturally turns, deferring to the woman as she did the hunting. "I eat from caches because they belong to all." She was not trying to be difficult. Anemone did the work and she deserved the rewards, not her. Not for this pathetic attempt.