Thunder Dome And I Discovered That My Castles Stand

Meylodi continued her marking wordlessly, before stopping to catch a wayward rabbit unlucky enough to hop out in front of her. It never saw her coming, and its death was quick. She set it down long enough to mutter a string of words. bí saor, a mhic. Go raibh do bolg lán sna réaltaí. 

It was a habit she'd slipped out of. Her father had always wanted them to pay their respects to their prey, regardless of how small it was. He had a whole system about wolves and their prey that he believed was true, so naturally, his daughters were among those who were taught such things. 

She wasn't the most religious of them all, though. She didn't think any of the newer wolves in her old pack ever quite believed it.

Habits died hard, and she liked sending the rabbit off properly.