Sleepy Fox Hollow we are just happy to serve you

For a faithless wolf like Wylla, praying was a pretty stupid reason to hesitate when a fresh meal presented itself on a silver platter. She made no mention of it, though, besides peering suspiciously at Maegi and chancing to ask, why? What use was praying for anything when there were no gods out there to listen? And even if there were, what use in praying for food?

She had a lot to learn when it came to how others operated, assuming she even had the patience to learn. Most days, she didn't. She canted one long ear in Maegi's direction nonetheless, curious for her response, but she didn't waste time taking her up on the offer. Deft steps closed the distance between her and the juvenile hawk, and in moments, she had seized it and broke its neck with a violent shake of her own.

Depositing it in the snow, she took a moment to lick her lips, primp the fur on her chest, and ask, you sure you don't want any? before bending down to tuck in.