From hunted to hunter

Well, that had been more than a little terrifying. She could feel her heart drumming in her chest, and didn’t immediately relax, even after Lioness told her the danger was gone. She hated being blind, she hated it. It would have been one thing if it had just been her, but a pup of the pack had been on her back. What if it had snatched Wynter right off her shoulders before the blind girl had even known what was happening? She wanted to kick something, and yank at her fur and yowl. She was just so mad at it all. But she let out a shaky breath instead. She wasn’t going to fall apart in front of the little pup. “Phew, wasn’t that uhh… fun?” She said, her voice rising in a question. How was the little mite doing on her back?

A part of her wanted to race the pup back to her family den, dump her in Mort's arms and say ‘your problem now!’ but she ignored the urge. She was too stubborn for that. In fact, just to spite her adrenaline, she was going to keep hold of the pup for a little longer. :say, did you want to go hunting?’ She asked. That was something she could prove her competence on, right?

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