Heron Lake Plateau Ma'am... Some other sunset

Last post from me.

Niamh clenched her jaws, moving occasionally to avoid the stag's movements, but the others were there to assist in keeping it still until the lack of oxygen did so. She eventually let the deer's head fall to the ground and she glanced around, assessing the condition of her packmates, and it was only when she was greeted with th sight of three healthy, uninjured packmates that she really felt the elation of a successful hunt kicking in. 

Quixote called for Raven and naturally, there was a feeding order that would be established regardless of the fact that she had been the one to make the kill. In the time she waited for her superiors to arrive and feed, she made her way over to Colt- a fair strut in her stride- and bumped her shoulder against his, tucking her muzzle beneath his chin affectionately and rumbled a low, proud growl. She was pleased with herself for making the kill- and hoped that it was something that attracted Colt, too. Once it was her turn, Niamh set in to feed, eating until her belly was full before she stole away with a bit of meat to put into a cache- a midnight snack, maybe, or breakfast.