Blacktail Deer Plateau PACK HUNT: Prancer was Good Eatin'

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[size=medium]"If I had a heart you're the one who should break it"[/size]

[size=small]Their victory was unfortunately destined to be as short lived as the tranquility that followed after the doe's flanks stopped heaving and its heart stopped cold. With his lips bloodied and his own tongue peeking from his mouth as he recovered his breath he looked up, finding only a fleeting spark of approval within the light colored eyes of his Alpha before his expression turned sour. The Delta stiffened inmediately as the thought of the injured juvenile weighed upon his mind as simultaneously turned his head towards the place where the accident had occured.

While he had just missed the female's initial words after waking he was relieved to see that already the pregnant Healer was by the female's side. He stepped forth for a closer look but before he could even take a good two steps towards the gathered wolves an angry snarl rose from behind him. Startled as probably their own dead doe had been at the time the Ollivander jerked his head back, his eyes seeking to meet the emitter of such harsh words. It was with surprise that he found no one but the organizer of the hunt, Koda himself at the end of it all. The same man whom he had shared so many words of hatred for the other juvenile, Junior, was now lashing out at her sister.
This time however he would have to throw the insults alone.

Accusing the dark bicolored teen of stupidity had been one thing; while she had been loved and cherished by most members of the pack she had proved (over and over) to be not even worthless, but harmful to the pack. Not to mention herself damn it. Stupidity had been Junior's prime personality trait whilst the pale teen, Saena, had not exhibited any of it as far as he was concerned.
She had just had shitty timing.

And a bold mouth.
Without even taking a second to recover the girl was up in the attack again -- this time however all rage was directed at Koda rather than the doe. Incredibly, and perhaps as a result of the same surprise that flooded the Ollivander's veins, none of the other wolves was able to intervene between the pair's heated exchange of insults and growls until it was already over. It was then that the delayed wave of reproachful chides and barks reached the Gamekeeper.
Finn did not shift to either side of the argument, instead, without even giving a second look to the stakeholders he swerved his atttention back to the doe's body.
Unlike their dinner, critisism was a plate that was best served cold.
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