The Heartwood I'm at One

Heph enjoyed the compliment, but her attention had already flitted over to the hunt and their surroundings. "Certainly not worth living." She responded, already stalking forward with her teeth bared into a flash of a smile, her tone with just enough levity not to cut. Content to allow him to lead the hunt she kept the corner of her gaze at his shoulders and head so that she could follow him and match his pace as she scanned the environment. While there were no herds immediately in sight she had no doubt that they would find some sort of trail soon even if it was old.

Her pack and her parents might have assumed Heph's love of adrenaline and adventure came from an ignorance of the potential consequences, but she liked to think that it was something interwoven into her - the bloodlust during a fight that would let a wolf hang onto the throat of another even as their enemy scored deep wounds of their own.