The Heartwood Heartwood Snacking

sorry it's so late, but can we finish this up in the next couple posts?

Koda lingered within the cover of the undergrowth, waiting to see what Scarlett would do. The she-wolf, surprisingly stealthy despite her light coloring, crept into position without so much as causing a single deer to raise his head in alarm. When she dashed forward, Koda sprang forth ready to back her up. No doubt his strong jaws would be needed to land the killing blow.

He was surprised when he caught up to the white she wolf, the red stains on her snowy fur complimenting her ruby eyes as she stood over the body of the prey. He'd been thinking she wouldn't be able to handle the deer on her own, and he'd swoop in and save the day. But she'd proven far more capable than he'd given her credit for.

"Where did you get the idea you're bad at hunting," he asked her as he seated himself nearby. So, it wasn't the most impressive kill he'd ever seen, but Scarlett definitely didn't need any help. Maybe, she'd even become better than him. The mere thought hurt his pride, so he added this last bit. "That was really good, for a girl."