Whitefish River we just keep swimming, swimming, swimming upstream

Kavik slashed open the buck's throat, so Rue simply held on, hoping to hold the prey steady so the alpha could finish his work. She stepped away as the creature stilled, breathing a bit heavily. 

Her eyes found Kavik's, exchanging the silent reassurance that she was fine. "Nicely done," she commented on both of their performances. If there was one thing that the Blacktail Deer Plateu wolves were good at, it was hunting blacktail deer. 

She allowed silence to stretch out after the comment, prepared to give Kavik as much time as he needed to respond to her previous counsel. There really were no easy decisions here.