The Heartwood Heartwood Snacking

Scarlett had the biggest grin on her face when she got complimented. "I don't know that but I was often pointed to the task," she admitted shyly. The white wolf crouched lower to the ground once they got closer. "Actually I am quite settled already." She felt more and more at home as she was meeting more wolves.

Scarlett followed Koda's glance to the coughing deer. She realized that she would also pick this deer. Although the young buck did had antlers. The female needed to be careful with that. "I agree." The pale female ruffled her coat quietly and felt a set of nerves break through her body. She was a expected to kill the deer. It was the same pressure she felt when she was with her family.

The female gathered her courage. She needed to prove herself to this male. Her head raised along with her tail. There was this hidden layer of the female that she usually kept to herself. The white female crept along the bushes on the edge of the meadow. Her steps carefully thought out. The thing was, Scarlett was really modest. She thought she wasn't a good hunter but in fact she was rather skillful. Her old family had pushed her to be better.

The she-wolf pushed herself suddenly forward like an arrow being released from a bow. Her lithe body reaching the yearling deer before it could even struggle to its feet. Her jaw clamped around the muscled neck and closed of the prey's air supply. As she felt the shrill cries echoed through the air Scarlett's tail rose higher and higher. Her head tugged from left to right to make the bleeding wound even bigger. Once life was drained the female let go, her mouth reddened with the staining blood.