Hideaway Strath I wonder

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The Acolyte returned to the Strath to deposit the remnants of deer she hunted in the Hinterlands. Although she was not directly tasked by any leadership to be the sole wolf to fill the cache of their prey supply, Zsuzsa took it upon herself to focus all her energy on hunting. She made her way toward the center of the territory. She hollowed out a dugout in a bushy area that kept their meat supply accessible, which could have been close to the medic’s supply area.
 
She slowed considerably as up ahead a small figure also seemed like she was making a beeline for a task she was doing. Zsuzsa instantly knew it wasn’t Nyra, for Nyra was a behemoth of a female. This one was lithe and petite, much smaller than the average wolf. Her eyes were a red hue. It reminded her of Hemlocke’s blood-red gaze, although this female’s gaze didn’t seem as deep in contrast as the hellhound’s sanguine eyes. What was most striking was the deep wounds that caressed her neck and façade, mystified of how such a delicate wolf could sustain harsh damage.
 
She smelled well-established of the Saints. In her own jaws was some sort of collection of foliage. Coming to a stop and dropping the fragment of prey at her paws, she licked her jaws. ”Stocking up for the Winter as well?” Zsuzsa asked of her, giving a sway of her tail. Their numbers may have been small, but it seemed like every individual of the Saints was a fully contributing member of keeping their band functioning.