Boartusk Heights on the brighter side of grey

It was sheer chance. That's what she told herself, anyway. Higher up out of spite for the world, Wren had decided to climb until her paws ached. She would explore every part of the Teekons until she could map the routes and wilds by herself. The boar was a welcome distraction from her weariness. It appeared before her as quickly as it had come.

Without a single warning, she snapped. The boar cried in alarm, sandwiched between two wolves now as Wren advanced. The darker coat of the other woman came into view and the brunette raised a brow, silently giving a nod. She'd help, if she got a piece of the food in return. She'd lunge forward as the boar hesitated, trying to harass it.

Her goal was to keep focus on herself while the dark coat woman finished it off.

ooc; for hunter trade