Blackfeather Woods Hunter's Duty

Quiet watched as the larger wolves took the deer down, staying back as it crumpled. It wasn't her place to be in the thick of hunting; she wasn't much of a proper hunter anyway. She was a tracker by nature, letting the larger, stronger, swifter wolves do the actual work. She was content, no, used to, hanging in the back of the crowd, waiting for her turn to have a bite. She watched as Burke stepped forth to claim his rights as alpha to first bite, and sat contently a few lengths away, letting the others eat first.