Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

Of course, Arlette came when her mother called. The pale female didn't think her mother would be that quick on hunting the bison after they returned so recently. What if this would scare them away? Arlette disliked to hunt, especially the big bison, but with the famine and hunger gnawing at her stomach she knew she couldn't opt this one out. Hence why she obediently came forth and sat down when her mother gave her speech.

The girl looked around to when her mother talked about a buddy for the yearlings. She was kind of a yearling, she felt like one. She looked at her mother, who West eagerly picked to follow. Then she looked at Greyback but realized he would probably take Leta or Newt. Her red eyes traveled over the others timidly and accepted that she would have to do this by herself. Her ears fell back but followed the group. She didn't want to be left behind and have her mother notice that she was slacking. The petite girl rushed forward, her heart hammering in her throat, as she charged towards the herd. She felt like a little bug that she could squish under her paw compared to the huge beasts they were trying to take down.