blooding the hounds of hell - round six

Pearl was relieved when the elk was finally dead. No more of their hunting party would be harmed by this elk. She cast another glance at the worried family, wondering if she could have done anything to prevent this. Although she didn't know these wolves well, Pearl felt for them. She hoped Lasher would perservere through this, for the sake of his pups. 

When she turned back to carcass, it had already been torn open by Dante. Hunger rumbled in her stomach, but she did not feel it. Angrily, she stalked over and ripped into the steaming flesh, and walked a bit of a distance away, not knowing what to do with herself. She wasn't ever trained at much besides hunting. She hoped she did well with this hunt, despite the misfortune of Lasher. Elk meat was fairly good, on the other hand. She realized the extent of her hunger, so she walked back to get more, hoping not to appear disrespectful to the others. The situation at hand was a little much for the pale furred girl with the raccoon mask of blood on her face.