Gyrfalcon's Keep When Facing the Wind got Wicked

She acted accordingly.

Hunger and drive were two separate things that oft cascaded into one. She was practiced, and ready, to meet the deer. Blood stained her muzzle as she hooked onto its neck, biting deep. Ending it's life before it could squeal in pain. She had leapt from the brush and onto it. Dragging it down with her.

Wren's grunt was the only noise. The deer had fallen silent moments earlier. Now she stood over their prize; a new body to add to the dead. "Pah" the brunette spat the neck out quietly, licking her lips. She waved her tail to Tahoe, letting him know it was fine to approach now.