Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

With a snarl, Zola would act.

She did not like sneaking about anyway. The woman was more direct, trying to get this over with immediately. She went for the smaller, weaker looking female beast. If there was just a pair, she would have challenged the male. Females birthed. Men did not contribute to the population like that.

Besides, it was a rush to challenge a strong and healthy male. She knew these northern wolves went for the weakest link, the sick... but her savannah ate them before her tribe could get to them. Lions and other beasts were apex as well as her wolves. Her tribe hunted the strong to feed the strong.

Zola rushed at the side of the pronghorn, snapping along its flank. The others took off, but she kept harassing the female.