ghost inside my chest

Taking hand-outs never went well. She learned that many folks wanted something in return. Best not to give them the chance. She followed after a stronger scent trail, sniffing the ground as she went. But when she noticed the prey, she stopped and ducked behind a snowbank. Deer. She hadn't given the companions a blink, having seen wolves bond with all sorts of animals. Caimans were just abnormal to her, though. She was used to birds.

"Why don't you try to sneak up on that deer?" she said in a whisper to the young man. Enough said; his coat was easier to blend into his surroundings. Her brunette would be a clear indication of a hunt. Wren peeked around the bank, eyeing the grazing deer "if you chase it to me, I'll finish it off." She vowed she would, so she would try to do it. Nothing was certain though, but she could at least try.

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2/3 hunt medium prey