Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

She took in the scene, knowing they had their kill under control. 
It seemed she was more efficient than them, who seemed to use brute force rather than directly to that tough windpipe surrounded by vital arteries. 
Maybe they never studied cougars hunting as she had. Perhaps she was too feline.

She nodded to Valours request - it was a damned request and no damned order - and swiped at the blood with a pale sock, seeing how much was actually there. It was a head wound though, they bleed a lot. She was a proud woman, but she wasn't stupid. The goat she'd taken would do her in more alone than with help. The thoughts of going through the caches now filled her mind, every location of caches she'd made and what was in them and what should be taken out and could be used as bait.
Pit bait.

She licked her lips, ready to help Santi with the goat, she suspected Valour would take his by himself because of his pride. He wasn't stupid with his pride though, not as often as Hela was.