they'll push your buttons

Aerndis worked at dragging the deer back into Legion's territory. The last thing she needed was every scavenger and predator in a 50 mile radius on her case while she tried to skin her catch. Though she couldn't say they wouldn't wander into Legion territory regardless. Bears had little respect for wolf borders and while coyotes were wary since Legion had been absent the wretches might not have realized that the territory was once again occupied.

She set the deer down and looked up as Tyrian approached, the new leader of Legion. She grinned. "It is! A perfect day for hunting and skinning. Are you out on patrol?" Her fangs seized around the deers throat, teeth working to make a sizeable wound. Griff, her eagle then landed and while she pulled at the skin he began to snip. The blood poured out onto the ground. She hoped Tyrian didn't mind her working and listening at the same time for the longer she took to work the more likely she was to attract unwanted attention.