Walk | Talk | Think
While the promotion she had received had been as thrilling as it was rewarding, Anais was feeling the pressure. The job she now possessed went above and beyond the basic requirements of an average hunter and added more responsibility to her plate, more responsibility she was honored to have been given but that she was still struggling to comprehend. What did it really mean for her daily routine? And for the pack? She had been content, more or less, before to simply wander about on her own in search of quick meals that she could add to the pack's cache and contribute in that quiet way, particularly since most of the other members seemed too comfortable with their own routines to become a part of hers. But as a lead hunter of sorts - she still had trouble remembering the exact title of her rank - did that mean she needed to intrude into the rest of the pack's life and draw them in to her role?
The thought of doing so was still intimidating. Despite Glacier's best efforts and endless assurances, the golden brown hunter was still unsure of her footing with his family. He seemed convinced they loved her, respected her, and was happy that she was there, but she had never truly witnessed it for herself. Aside from Voltage, she could not really say she knew his family that well at all. It added a certain level of reluctance to her as she considered what to do with her newfound power and status, and continued to make her question what she ought to be doing.
While the overall scheme of things still puzzled her, Anais continued to drag in small game for the pack. She made occasional fishing excursions in the shallow, calmer portions of the beach, and frequent trips to the Algoma Prairie like she had done that morning. Currently on a return trip, she carried within her jaws a slim hare, limply swaying with each step she took. Though her expression was somewhat distorted by the task of carting her catch to the pack's cache, her brow was furrowed above her lemon-gold eyes, testament to how seriously she was considering her new position. Was this okay? Could she keep hunting like this? Or would she need to enlist the help of Glacier's brothers and sisters soon? Still unsure, Anais continued her march across the beach toward the pack's communal den so that she could drop off the hare with the rest of their ready-made meals.
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