Redtail Rise rise with the sun

When the deer became still, she was finally able to let herself relax a bit, and slumped to a seated position. She panted, realizing now how out of breath she was after the chase. New Snow came to her, and was greeted with a soft, affectionate growl. She stood, and was lightly surprised when her hunting partner began to check her over, concerned about injuries. No woman had come this close to her. She couldn't remember her own mother, so it was new to her but still- it tugged at some small memories of having been loved, at some point. 

She brushed her muzzle through the soft fur at New Snow's shoulder. When the woman's questioning glance came to the back of her head, she would feel the small lump of swelling that had started there. No blood seeped from her scalp, but she would likely have a headache for a few days. "Thtupid doe," She said. "Clocked me good on my noggin. Ain't laughin now, though," She said with a sneer. She gave her packmate an appreciative, respectful nudge to the edge of her jaw. "You should thummon the pack. You led thith hunt." She said. 

This kill was theirs, but it would feed the pack; and there were others ranked higher than her, even though she was still technically a youth. Her puppy privilege was beginning to wear out- but she was becoming an adult, one who yearned to prove herself. Until they arrived, she would enjoy the moment she stole with New Snow, all to herself, content in the wake of their successful hunt to cuddle up against her like a happy housecat.