Haunted Wood I wanna do no work

Vanity took up a leg. She didn't have the weight but she had the strength the hold on and force herself to a stop, hereby pulling the deer to a stumbling downfall, choking on its own blood and kicking out at Hela and Hashut.
Words poured into her ears, so she flattened them until she was sure this deer wasn't getting up. Then she looked around, making sure the stag wasn't coming back to avenge the weakest link.
Sometimes they did.

She brought up her splattered muzzle, looking at his painted face.
"This pack is out of order and some of our best are pregnant and unable to hunt. A pack provides for those who provide back." Serem was providing numbers and legacy. Vanity provided her food. 
She swept closer to Memory with a soft snarl, "A hunter in a pack is not selfish."
She glanced to Hela, a child who thought for herself. Now they'd lost their best - Alison and Black Hat - Serem could not hold the fort.
She glared back to Memory.

"Do you challenge me?"