blooding the hounds of hell - round six

*rolls in all ladylike*

Eilidh wasn't late because she was doing anything important. She wasn't late because her mother had asked a favor of her. No. Princess Eilidh was late because she had been in the midst of a nap. When the sounds of the others faded from her periphery, she finally woke, and found that no one was nearby. Not Pappa, not Mamma, not her brothers, either. Not even Malachi was anywhere to be found.

That's when the wind shifted and brought the mingling scents of the pack toward her, with a hint of elk behind it. Jolted from her sleepy state, Eilidh dashed across the territory toward the pack, making it just in time to see Malachi turn from her. With a soft yip, she nipped his shoulder in greeting, and fell in beside him. Her eyes ranged over the elk ahead, noting the weaker cow that the others studied. Eilidh knew little of hunting, but tracking was in her blood. She set her head down between her paws, and began.