Hunger

Unbreakable Survivor

As she stood by the russet woman she could scent that something was off. Though her mannerisms held composure, the girl couldn’t help but scent an underlying irritation. The smaller woman had hardly acknowledged her presence either. A simple side-glance was all she got. Not that it mattered. Ciannait was not here to impress anyone, even if the older woman was. She was here to help, that is, if they both approved. She also noticed that the woman beside her didn’t smell as strongly of the pack as the taller woman did. She must be new — just like herself. However, it seemed that the russet woman wanted all the attention for herself as if she had something to prove. The youth didn’t say anything as she heard movement and glanced down to see the earth and grass shift ever so subtly beneath the woman’s dark mitted paws.

Apparently it wasn’t the woman’s choice if she was allowed to join their hunt or not. The russet woman’s tones were almost political as the decision was shoved onto the speckled woman before them. What? She couldn’t give her own opinion? Still, Ciannait stood beside her calmly waiting for them to either accept her help or throw it away. So the yearling’s attention shifted to the horned youth, waiting for the final verdict.

It seemed the monochrome woman was more inviting which was a nice change. Her poise and the way she spoke told Cian that she probably held an important role within the pack. She had yet to know all the wolves in Ashen. Not the high ranks, or the lower ranks, nor who came from important bloodlines and who didn’t. Though she didn’t really care about the latter. A wolf was what they made themselves, not what bloodlines they came from. Ciannait was not well versed in the politics of the pack, or pack life in general. How could she be when she had only arrived a couple days prior, and lived on her own since she was just a babe? The golden maned youth would find out in time, but at the moment it was the least of her priorities. Right now, all she wanted to do was simply find her own place in the pack, to assimilate into pack life before getting to the complicated stuff.

Lips curled into a slight grin as the youth nodded to the horned woman’s thanks. It was clear, then, that Ciannait would be allowed to join them. There was a bit of awkwardness in her introduction, which the earthen youth found surprising. Shuriken was her name, but she also took note of the monochrome she-wolf’s nickname. ”I’m Ciannait, Cian for short,” the youth shared her own introductions. Turquoise eyes heard the russet woman request that Shuriken lead the way, and so Cian began to follow the taller she-wolf deeper into the forest, listening to her explanations of the weakened buck. If it was weak, that would make it all the easier to hunt. Once Ike assigned  two of them their duties Ciannait nodded and glanced at her partner. She hoped that whatever was going on in her head wouldn’t mess up this hunt. It would cost not only the trio, but the whole pack, a meal.

Ciannait bent low, not wanting her height to become a hinderance and alert the herd to her presence. The striped youth was used to sneaking around, trying not to be noticed from a lifetime of fearing the bigger beasts out there, that she glided through the underbrush with practiced ease. Ciannait didn’t want to order her partner around, but she offered a suggestion with hushed whispers ”Maybe you could come around from the other side so we can prevent him from running to either the left or right?” Cian suggested, ”Unless you have something else in mind.” the youth added, waiting for the other’s response. Cian was open to suggestions, as she was no expert hunter, though she wanted to be.

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