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Sasha was comforted as Mordur followed behind her. She didn't doubt that the male wouldn't do so, but at the same time, she almost expected him not to obey her orders. It registered in her mind that large prey would not be possible to catch with just the two of them. Besides, the chances of a sick or injured fawn was the only thing they'd be able to catch, and finding one was rare.

The abrupt leave of footsteps alerted Sasha, telling her that Mordur had found something. She stopped, hearing his broken sentence that told her a rabbit was near. "Ok. You chase rabbit, I will catch," the she-wolf replied, getting into position. She readied herself as Mordur's sinewy figure slunk from the shadows, chasing a rabbit straight towards her. She leaped towards it, successfully trapping the writhing figure under her paws. A quick bite to the neck and a hurried utter of thanks was all it took.

The she-wolf took a few bites, not offering any to Mordur when she was done. That was just how she was raised to do things--servants eat after their masters. There was no second thought to it, even though Sasha was usually inclined to do the nicest thing. She took her respective amount, licking the blood from her maw before passing the bloodied carcass to Mordur. There wasn't too much left, but it wasn't like there were only scraps clinging to bone. Enough meat should remain to satisfy her friend. Besides, they could always hunt more if they neede to.