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Said nearby wolf was Jhala, among the youngest (if not) in the pack and possibly the largest as well; she was certainly larger than the white wolf who was causing such a commotion. The dark yearling was hunting as well,  but was much quieter at it. The goose she was stalking had no idea she was near, and it remained still and plucking at the ground stupidly. Well, that was until the honking of a nearby fowl startled it, sending it into the air right away. Jhala let out a loud groan, and then a growl, moving to chew out whoever had done such a poor job of keeping under cover.

She'd found a white wolf, not too far off, chasing after a goose of her own. They sprinted by her, leaving the dark girl to feel the need to join in. This goose was stupid though, waddling around without taking flight. Were it's wings broken? She couldn't tell. She held pace with the other girl, her amber eyes set on their prize. She didn't really care if the other minded her presence or not.