Sunset Valley you don't make a deal to become immortal with angels

With a nod of her head that she'll help, Mojave moved back in close to the deer and grasped for it. Her teeth sunk in to the still tender flesh, pulling the body along once she had been joined by her darker-haired counterpart. Or really, as she should have thought of her now, leader. This thought did not entirely cross her mind just yet but it would, no doubt the nearer they would draw to the claim that the wolf held.