Emberwood No one's here? Good.

Laika nodded to Grace, even though the female probably couldn't see her. She made the right decision to aid Spring in catching the last deer. Laika snarled at the two mother deer, barking viciously, enough to startle them at least. She lunged forward and nipped at the legs of one.

Finally, their survival instincts kicked in and the two fled together, white tails up in alarm. The fast escape of the other two deer just made the third one more fearful. She was alone now, and being attacked by wolves. Laika spun around and dashed over to help Spring and Grace. The deer was loosing energy fast. Grace tugged at one of the legs and Spring was latched to the throat. Laika ran under the belly, snapping at the soft flesh and narrowly missed flailing legs. 

Finally, the life drained from the doe's eyes and her legs buckled beneath her, collapsing to the ground. Laika silently gave thanks as she stood there, huffing and puffing. With a heaving stomach. She glanced from the dead doe, to the dead fawn carcasses, to Grace and Spring. She was thankful they had a successful hunt and happy they had an abundance of meat to fill the cache.