Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

She looked at Maegi with a worried expression and frantically shook her head. She was a horrible hunter!  Shisu could barely catch small prey- who knows how she survived a whole year alone. Scraps were what she attempted to pick up, and tried a paw in hunting, but if it wasn't one thing, it was the other. Too close, not quiet enough, too visible, too slow, etc. Worst of all she felt horrible hunting them, and often hesitated the last moment, letting them flee. The plush dame was highly reluctant of the whole ordeal, and wanted to whimper once Relmyna beckoned her closer.

Shisu pitied the injured deer upon getting closer, especially since the two took a liking toward it. She could not deny them a meal to survive, but it still felt wrong. Her baby blues slowly drifted to the young man next to her, a brawny dark wolf whome she did not met as of yet. While wanting to introduce herself with a usual stutter, the two lurked off toward the target. One lunging right toward, and the other attempting to help isolate.

The silver fae looked away, and drawed back, going to Maegi's side. She didn't glance at the mutated paw, but knew it was why she was behind. Should she offer a shoulder to lean on..? The Listener motioned for them to work together, but.. She didn't want to, but hesitated feeling indebted to Blackfeather Woods. Shisu needed to provide some sort of use...