Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

She nodded curtly.
"'tis only a head wound. Some water and moss will fix it." At least they could eat, after that long winter where nothing came from it expect the raiding coyotes for meals.
She'd done all she could, and that's why she'd waited until the winter was over before allowing herself to find a mate.

She moved to the goat also, two would be quicker than one. It would be her last hunt for a long time, but she would still be Lieutenant. Even if someone wanted her position, she'd fight them for it.
Valour too took up his goat and the three of them moved to stow away the meats in caches and feed the pack, who were undoubtedly hungry.