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grin curves her muzzle a few heartbeats after the creature still, tail wagging their victory. the famine, then, is finally coming to an end; though small, the doe is large enough to feed quite a few of Valette's number. "it was almost as much luck as skill," she admits, though suppose it hardly matters, now. 

"good takedown," she compliments in turn, making toward the doe a valette offers it. the matriarch is obviously a proficient hunter, and the sterling woman thinks she could certainly learn a lot from her. it is a flank she chooses for herself, working away until she is able to separate a large enough chunk, that familiar taste having her stomach tighten. dropping it a moment, she dips her muzzle. "thank you—I hope we can hunt again together soon." a final smile at the woman before she dips to scoop up her portion, leaving valette and whoever else wished to take a portion of their prize to do so in peace.