Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

Pallas licked the bloodclod from her white cheeks, observing Buffalo between two leveled and hefty paws. While not a clever prodigy, Pallas was still fully aware of the sarcasm in his voice. He fell silent and she felt no need to press the issue further, as she was quite content to snap the doe he had delivered between her hungry and waiting jaws.

A few moments later the pale wolf rose, and the hazel of Pallas' dark eyes tracked him. She did not rise from her supine position, though she did heft a large paw over the battered face of the fawn as if protecting it. "Yes." Her reply seemed mundane, but a somewhat challenging gleam seemed to flash in her gaze.