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Deorwine's were naturally good hunters, and majority fell into the trade of so. While warriors were a blessing to guard the herd, it seemed naturally they fell upon the body-type of hunting. She was also, one of the kinds. Her frame was built for speed and stamina, for long-legs and a willow-like build, Célnes knew she was no warrior, and held relief that she even gained a guard for such reasons. While she wouldn't mention it, he in fact covered a weakness she held.

Quite a few in fact, perhaps the ego of wanting more sometimes got in the way of such, or the words of tongue to try and sound 'casual,' through a facade in front of her family. Fake, fake, fake, is what all could scream behind the mask that there was. Nontheless, a smile can be seen through all that, the blood and the embers, the red carpet granted by Rohesia.. The glory.

The same smile was given to Donovan out of gratitude as he boldy entered the group, deciding to be the one to take the bulk. He was a large man after all, someone who was a leader to another pack, and surely took on a fair share of battles. So when he urged her forward, she picked up a pace to catch alongside the elderly doe, and clung to it's side.

Claws out and fangs to breathe, directly to it's legs did she bring it down alongside herself- a tangle of a mess as a growl through the heap that she was in.