Silver Creek Not a woman's job

she lets her eyes roll high in her skull as cyclone trots ahead, heading reluctantly after her. addison has an incredible work ethic, but she's not at all showy about it. (other wolves' opinions on that matter may differ.) the blackthorn woman is showy, ostentatiously so, and she tires of it. how does grayson not see it, too? funny how the needs of a cock eclipse the little irritations of a personality.

the odolf witch draws alongside cyclone, her small frame and paws giving her the requisite stealth for this task. her eyes narrow as she stares around as well, looking for the tell-tale movement of deer. a flash of brown here, there, the rustle of hooves. . .

there, she whispers, glancing over at her companion and nodding toward the far edge of the copse. all she can see are a couple of heads, as well hidden as the deer are, but it is a start. hopefully there are more around. we should let the men know. good hunting is to be had, here. addison turns with one final look at cylone and begins to trot away quietly, heading for the rendezvous point.

they will eat plenty tonight. . .all thanks to addison's nose. cyclone should thank her for the meat she's putting on her bones, as should cyclone's future children--her nieces and nephews?