Blackfeather Woods The Wild Hunt [pack hunt]

Grim had listened to the Alpha's orders with little interest. Such a hunt will be easy for them with so many adults. He wasn't eager to do any hunting today. The fact that his little killer was happy to watch the pups annoyed him, but he didn't expect her to have the same feelings about them as he did. He kept his eyes away from the white one, ignoring her. She was a nuisance, an abomination. 

He stood quietly, waiting for the deer to come to them. There was no challenge in this hunt. But it was for the pups, so he hadn't expected much. Should he show the whelps a hint of the darkness in himself? Take one of the deer by the leg, drag it to the ground, take a portion of it's neck, and let the little one's watch it die a painful death? It would certainly make things more interesting. A small grin twists his facial features, darkening his expression. Perhaps he could drag out it's entrails for show as it struggled in fear.