Meadowlark Prairie Oh Lord, Heaven Knows We Belong Way Down Below [Pack Hunt]

"I will distract it and attack where I can." Vanity was good at dealing with both hands and wasn't afraid. Sure, this beast was bigger than any she'd encountered but that didn't put her off. Strength in a pack was strength in a hunt, and they sure as hell had a pack.

Her eyes slid to the child that had spoken so boldly. Where had vengeance even found it? It had seen death, that was evident. She could tell when they had.
So young, yet so exposed. Was being here sane for a child not even of their blood?
"I will keep an eye on the Whelp. You stay close to me." She looked to him directly with the instruction. She'd be damned if the kid died. Besides, if she could teach yearlings to kill snakes she could teach one not to get bulldozed by a chunky deer. Hell, she didn't even know the name of it.