My confidence is melting quicker then snow

Rolled a 7 here for success
@Tempest @Bindi @FitzDutiful @Copper No posting order

Raissa was on her usual patrol, her nose to the ground as she walked around the base of the mountain. It had only been two days since the pack had formed and she could already feel herself slipping away. Her eyes had lost their sparkle and her steps had started to drag. She buried herself in work, doing everything she could to avoid interaction. Sure she tried to meet all the members of the pack and start good relationships, but it just all started to blur together.

Today she was padding along the border, her ears alert and her nose twitching, looking for signs of intruders or prey. The over cast sky showed her mood and the wind ruffled her fur with a slightly muggy breeze. After a good twenty minutes of walking with nothing interesting happening, she caught the scent of deer. It was odd, because there was only one scent, unlike the usual three or four that showed a herd. And even better, there was the smell of fresh blood on the ground, telling it was injured. Raissa's eyes lit up as she veered off her path and away from the base of the mountain, starting towards the flatlands. The scent got stronger and stronger the further she went and eventually she could make out the limping figure. It was a good sized doe, if not a little scrawny because of winter and it held it's back leg up to it's chest as it walked. A smile crept onto the she-wolf's face as she came up behind it, slowly and quietly, so she didn't make a sound.

At the last second, the agile wolf leapt from her crouched position and landed squarely on the deer's startled back. Raissa's weight combined with the deer only having three legs to stand on made it crumple to the ground in a shrieking heap, legs flying everywhere. However, before the deer could land a hoof on the nimble she wolf, she sunk her fangs deep into it's neck, shaking it as hard as she could. Slowly, the deer stopped struggling and lay limp beneath her claws.

Once she was sure it was in fact dead, Raissa climbed off it's body and raised her head, letting out a howl to call for all her pack mates to come and feast.