Broken Antler Fen Couldn't look you in the eye

Huffing, Wren came to a halt in front as the other wolf pinned the animal. It kicked and squealed in fear, giving the brunette's heart a deep twist. She couldn't abide by the suffering so she moved closer, aiming a quick bite to the neck. Blood welled from the clean wound, staining the yellowed grass and her muzzle slightly.

Stepping back, she watched as the life left the rabbit's eyes. Slowly, surely, the animal grew still. In a few hours the body would be stiff. But by then, she would have cleaned the carcass and left the rest to the birds. Dipping her head to Wraen, the bruntte uttered thanks. "Good job." It was a quick and clean kill.

As a former hunter for her pack, she was used to finishing prey off and chasing them down. Usually alone, as there had been hardly any hunters but herself and a few. Once she outranked them in seniority, she had been promoted to beta. It wasn't something she felt she had achieved even if, yes, she had been a good and loyal member.