Porcupine Ridge artemis

"But!" Her voice raised in volume to argue.

It became two against one. She was ready! For a real, true hunt! A big one! The kind where teeth met blood and muscles ripped apart, where she’d earn scars to show off. They were only mountain goats. What was the worst they could do? She had teeth. They did not. Thick fur, digging claws, the predator to the prey. There was nothing a goat could do to a wolf. 

Nutu whipped forward with a stubborn step, a prideful tail raised a bit too high above her lanky legs and unfilled frame. Then, her ears fall flat and with tense shoulders, quickly understood that they were not playing right now. They were serious, and the girl took steps back with a frown. Angry, even, that they were so sure she needed to stay back today. When would it be her turn?

Who said they knew what they were talking about, anyways?

But she respected them and knew that they meant it today. They didn't think she was ready. So, she'd hang back today to- to observe. ".... Understood." 

It struck her that the new bloods were there and she grew sheepish.