Boartusk Heights on the brighter side of grey

The conversation would be left at that then. Zsuzsa wasn’t the type to implore any further on matters. Her stone gaze watched as the chocolate female descended down the Heights to gather a leg for herself before taking off back into the Wilds. The Acolyte watched her until she disappeared amongst the foliage of the horizon. Perhaps this was the first and last time she would see of the female, perhaps she would meet her again down the road. Zsuzsa came to learn the Wilds was a revolving entryway for many wolves over time.

Skidding down the slope of the Heights, she went to the kill to savor the parts she would have for herself and harvest the rest for the pack. The Raven that had been circling in the skies descended down, landing on a boulder not too far from her. It would peck at any scraps left behind. The wolf and the avian would remain at the Heights until sundown and that was when Zsuzsa would carry the rest of the boar back to the Saints.