Phantom Hollow Revenge Must Wait

Malice stared at the new face, inspecting her body condition and build. She looked fast, agile, but lacked in muscle and probably strength. She was no threat, except for the smell. It was however revealed that the wolf had up and left, now seeking another home. Malice raised her eyebrow at this. A home wasn't what you could replace at any given moment. A home was special, it was your safe haven for a long time. But, with no information on why she had left, Malice couldn't hate her for doing so. Perhaps the pack had been cruel to her, just like Malice's own former pack. Perhaps she had been thrown out, but she lacked physical evidence to back that up. When Malice had been thrown out, it had left a mark on her neck from her father's teeth for a few days, and with the smell of Sleeping Dragon so strong, it was hard to believe the wounds had already healed.

The name, Belle, was stored in the back of her mind, yet the reason of wanting to join and the reasons why they would want her in the pack weren't fleshed out. Like Silver mentioned, any decent loner who wasn't dying of hunger could hunt. Heck, even the mother and the little pup who had been at their borders could fend for their own. Or at least, Malice thought so. Who knew where they were, what they were doing right now. Little did she know that they were now part of Broken Antler Fen, with the son of her role model in charge.

Well, Belle, She started, speaking her name clearly, trying not to pronounce it wrong. Like Silver said, any wolf can indeed hunt. But what makes you think you are aloud to call the skill yours? What makes you you, and how can the pack profit of of it?