No bench polishers here (informal pack meeting!)

Mint was hunting as the call met her crimson ears. She had already managed to catch a Rabbit not long ago that was buried beneath some brush but she also had a freshly caught Duck between her jaws. It's neck had been snapped previously but some blood dribbled from her lips. She tried to make the death clean but her fangs still managed to puncture the flesh. It was much less messy then it would have been if she were a tired rogue. Her aim was to not lure any scavengers into Fireside's territory on her way back. Mint stepped easily towards the half buried Rabbit and slung it's corpse over her hackles. Gripping the Duck's neck to carry between her jaws.

The huntress dropped the fresh catch off at the food stores. Mint took a moment to shake out her pelt and lap at some water to wash away the blood. No doubt she still smelled of the hunt but she didn't want to show up appearing to be some savage. She loaped into the clearing with a small grin before finding a seat a polite distance away from those that already gathered. Since joining Fireside she hadn't interacted with many of its members. Mint wasn't shy but she also wasn't overly intrusive. She was focusing on making her mark by upping her hunting game rather then socializing. As she sat green eyes settled upon the young leader and her tail flick towards her own leg gently. Mint awaited patiently to figure out what was going on.