come a little closer

He would end the life of the deer.

Good, that meant there was hope for the lad yet. Wren had met many men who couldn't be bothered or hated to take direction from a woman. She supposed he deferred to her because of her year on him, but that was a guess. She approached when he offered his name, the snake he was named for... Well, she wasn't certain or uncertain he was slimy like one. This was just a meeting. A greet and go. She looked down at the buck. There wasn't much to share considering it was a young thing. "I'll take part of the meat on the back - the haunch" she responded to him, giving a nod at his saber fangs "I could cut it up myself, but your teeth are better suited for that. I wouldn't want a mess and alert something else with the blood" But she hadn't given her name, had she? "Wren" the young woman began, opening her mouth to speak again when a growl split the air. Winter made fools of everyone "the fuck?" she said instead, shocked more than anything when something landed.

On her. Wren buckled under the weight of a large mountain lion. It had dropped on the smaller wolf unawares, catching her back legs and dragging her to the earth. "Get" she snapped, kicking out a leg to free herself "off me!" Unable to get her legs free, she turned sharply and tried to bite the cougar in the face. Her teeth met cheek as the feline yowled and lashed out with a paw. She saw stars when they smacked her in the face. Obviously, this cougar was here for the meal. And probably kicking some wolf ass along with them. Maybe it had been slighted by the activity in the area. Who could say? She just knew she was fighting for her life, here. Wren could lose the meal, but hungry drove her in a fury. Surviving off fish had not been a good idea. She wanted deer meat. She'd fucking get deer meat. She lunged again, finding the angle awkward as hell when she dove at the cougar in order to get it off her.