Hoshor Plains I hope that I am just like you

"Going in!" the brunette barks to Lumiya, so the woman can back off and not get caught in the crossfire that was a killing blow. The goat was weak due to the season. It wouldn't find any fresh grass to eat, and the flatlands provided no shelter from the fierce winds. She was just lucky the hunt would end without relative problems.

Wren launched herself at the goat, throwing her weight upon the beast's back. As it buckled, she grabs the neck. A crunch! was all it took for the prey to stop running. She effectively slays it, humanely, and without fuss. The light dies from the goat's eyes as it goes limp. Wren slows to a stop, panting. Blood stains her muzzle.

Dropping the goat on the ground, she steps back to allow Lumiya first dibs. She may have killed it, but pack wolves had to eat. She'd take half, like agreed.