Kintla Flatlands your problem is, you spent your whole life thinking there were rules

Exactly. A bit of a smirk toyed on her lips along with a small huff of a laugh as the woman had spoken up on Kyr's own thoughts. She would have been a part of a pack, too, had she not decided on her little adventure. She had not regret leaving her birth home, either for she was still far too eager to see the world before her now. 

Vallkyrie tipped her muzzle down, one foreleg sliding to the side, a motion for the other woman to take the floor. During hunts when with other packmates, Kyr had been used to others taking charge and giving her direction given her still youth. It was not too long ago since she had wriggled herself into the placement of yearling anyhow. 

Icy eyes side glance to the brambles at the edge of the fields, likely blown and tossed about here from the recent destruction in the lands as Mesa and pack claimed woods lay nearby. Vallkyrie all but fell into a silence as a seriousness took hold of her. Kyr was always a very determined woman and took her job handed out to her well. She nods silently and makes off opposite of the woman towards the rocky rise. Ears atop her skull in keen alertness, she thought she may have heard the scuffle of the hair hidden within. Moving at an arch around so that she could descend upon a higher part of the scree, she shifts her footing to push some rocks downhill. Nothing. The hare remained still wherever he was. Kyr moved down and it was likely too close to the prey, for it bolted and as did Kyr. 

So quick did the rodent run it flipped over itself down the rocks a time, allowing Vallkyrie's jaws to clip the hairs of its backside. She was close, though backed off enough to watch her own footing over the rocks for its aim lay straight for the protection of the bramble - or lack there of.