Crafty Hunters [Mint]

Mint smiled as the Foxes responded with a 'hi' then a few barks. She was amused by their friendly and playful nature. Mint was aware how playful a Fox could be but she had never encountered them in such a friendly manner. Most were protective of their prey or dens. Mint would not dare approach a Fox den without preparing for a scrap. Especially if their kits were around.

They continued on with their tedious work. The light at the end of the tunnel was beginning to expose itself. She worked as he responded to her question. Valhalla. The pack name was pretty as it played in her mind. She'd have to remember the name and location. Knowledge of other packs was important in many ways. Especially with winter coming, Wolves got greedy and desperate as the temperature drops. She paused her work with blood dripping from her maw, "I am not a fan of snow so I will cherish my time in the south."

Mint continued on with their work. Continuing on the other side of the Deer to separate the skin from the flesh. She was seemingly covered in blood at this point but in the end it would all be worth it. Soon they would be done and the hide would be theirs to split. Every now and again she'd lift her head to take a break and see the big picture. Only a tiny bit more work to be done.