The day of the hunter

The black wolf kept with her evaluation, an evaluation of the situation and possible tactics she could implement, she was determined to get this. But would she just chase it off? Or maybe kill it? Both had their danger, but the danger wasn't a fear for her, and if she killed it, she could put to use the skin and other body parts, but would she be ready for the task? For the challenge? Well Hela could, she had nothing to lose really, she had her strength and intellect. Her smile was the proof of her determination, of her will to prove her strength and tenacity, she was going to prover her pack who Hela Klein was capable of.

But soon, a familiar scent reached her nose, someone she didn't know much but was family still. Pandora, her older sister, the one who like her didn't very agree with having so many younglings in the pack, for her they retarded their real goals, the goals of an empire, of power in a name. She stared in silence to the cougar but being aware of her sister's approach, her ear switched to Pandora's moves and just for brief instants, she would look at her, listening to her words.  "What do you think? Should we chase it off?" She took some brief minutes to analyze her question. "We could." She started, silent as possible. "But if we kill it, we could put its parts to better use. We could trade that skin or use it as armor,the claws could be turned in knives. What do you think? But chasing off could aswell." She said, in a whisper, her focus didn't leave the cat ahead who stopped walking, sniffing the air.

She lowered her body a bit more, she was ready for any choice her sister could do. For now, she contemplated her options, where to bit first, to where they could drive the feline too. The first priority was to get it away from the pack lands, and then they should discuss the cat's faith. Let it live or end with its life, that choice was now or never.

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