Blackfeather Woods The huntress appeared.

It was quite a bold and risque move for Whisper to snag the animal from behind, which would have resulted in a more fatal blow had the doe been, not such a weakling. She did not approve of the impulse but could hardly reprimand it herself for she was known for acting on a whim in the heat of the moment. Instead, she offered a stiff nod, signalling she was pleased with her work but it was not enough to earn her respect but her recognition was much more than many got on their first day. 

The girl would do very well remembering that, and would not let her down before the two weeks was up. So far, she seen potential, a soldier fit for commanding. But there was the matter of darkness, and while Whisper had proven to be useful and not talent less, her place in the Brotherhood relied on what she observed within the next few weeks. Bloodlust was a common thing in the eyes of the blackfeather wolves, and she could hardly be fazed by the tactic any longer.

"Good," She commented, although her cold tone did not disparate. It never did with anyone, besides Kove, a mystery she still could not understand. "Although I trust you will be cautious when approaching a grown stag, to not use the same tactics you used today," Pulling on it's tail would only cause it to kick back, resulting in a fatal blow to the head and/or chest area which would then make one useless. And nobody wanted a useless wolf in their pack.