Ravensblood Forest Homecoming Hunter

Chusi suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at Dakarai. Of course she was right - she knew her father better than anyone (or so she liked to believe). It was not often that he missed such an important thing at his own borders - though it did give Chusi a feeling of maturity. She had handled this situation all on her own, without her father's flaming eyes watching her every move. She had proven herself to herself, and there was no greater satisfaction. She snorted softly at the dark male's remark, but had no intention of leaving them here alone with their kill. If the rest would not come; so be it. The fresh meat would be thrown in the caches to be enjoyed later.

Olive came with a quite pleasing sounding plan, though Chusi looked to be deep in thought for a moment. She guessed it would do little harm - first come, first serve. So was the way in the wild, and Chusi had never been raised to one day be some kind of princess. With a smile, she nodded at them both. As long as they left something for the others, surely there would be nothing wrong with it. She awaited her turn; still thinking that her place was under the adults while in reality she was the daughter of their leader and heir. Her humbleness (or unawareness) had always been great with these sort of things.