Swiftcurrent Creek Huntsman

Cygnet found Arlette's trail and followed it like an obedient shadow, her stomach rumbling at the thought of fresh, hot meat. She thought nothing of her age and size; and by this point, she had begun yet another growth spurt which made her sore, tired, cranky and hungry all the time. She trotted toward the others, one lip twitching as she fought the urge to curl it at the sight of the Beta male. 

She caught Arlette's gaze as it went toward him, and with a low, affectionate growl she not only stepped between them, but rubbed up along the scarred woman's side, tilting her chin up as if asking to be nuzzled. She preened the fur at Arlette's shoulder for a moment before she snapped her head to the side and shot daggers toward Arric with her eyes. 

Mine.

And as suddenly as the look had been given, it was turned toward Ensio, tempered and curious. She licked her lips; elk would make for a delicious meal.