to deer or not to deer

Aryn had been spending more and more time throwing herself into her 'new' chosen profession (read: the one she'd waffled on for two years and then finally gathered the balls to actually attempt) and with Recluse's permission, marched off in search of something larger than mice to practice on. Her albino alpha's companion was always on alert for her potential escape and had come along with her now for supervision, making the prospect of a larger hunt much less encouraging then she'd initially hoped. What Recluse didn't know was that while Aryn was working her ass off to build the skillset to earn a rank to one day feed their wolves, she had yet to actually kill anything. Her tracking and capture of the creatures was going exceptionally well, up until the part where she quietly released them back into the woods out of shame.

A merciful release of whatever animal she would choose to hunt today would be much harder with the bird's eye upon her, and Aryn was already attempting to weasel her way out of the responsibility entirely. Perhaps she could wander the land, looking like she was searching, but conveniently be unable to find a suitable takedown. Sometimes wolves couldn't find prey, shit happened, and Aryn could return home with her reputation untarnished.

Except this was a whole god damn herd of deer. Adorable innocent things with little white tipped tails and big, round, innocent eyes. Eyes that were so oblivious to her presence that one might think Aryn had became one herself, she surely looked the part with her new mutation upon her crown. There was no getting out of this, it was kill or be killed, eat deer or be deer. She knew this, but still she stood quietly, simply watching the herd.

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