Lake Rodney My Royces' Rolled

"It's a risk I'll take." 
Her voice was flat, looking at the deer they'd killed. She moved onto it, starting to cut away the hind leg. She'd take the leg back to the pack, divide it up in time for the pack to have the strength to hunt. Soon, this blight will be over and he Nightwalkers will prosper. 

She didn't care what Pool thought or said, this was her mission. As Lieutenant, she had to provide for them. And she would not fail.
Soon, she'd ripped and eaten enough flesh for her to tug away the limb, and carry it away. It wasn't too far to the woods.

Closing up <3