Lost Creek Hollow Should I revise or rewrite

as mona watched, a vaguely familiar figure crept into view. another wolf, also focused on the grazing herd. anger bubbled in the girl's heart. that meat belonged to bearclaw. small game was only beginning to rebound from scarcity in the valley, and even then it would not be enough to stock the caches before winter, she believed.
they needed a kill, to pack away in the frosted earth before the snows truly began to fall. easthollow was their primary contender, and now this pack, occupying land far too close and eyeing prey that mona did not feel belonged to anyone but her own family.
she was nothing if not a diplomat, however; mona arranged a pleasant expression onto her countenance and waved the scarlet plume of her tail, woofing gently to draw the attention of the other wolf.