Thanksgiving Came Early

She was grateful for Ignis taking the lead, and taking Tarnish under his wing. She could hunt, it didn't mean she enjoyed it, but she was another body and with prey this big, that was almost all that mattered.

Modesty cut in as the Elk startled away from Tarnish, using her bulk and quills and snapping teeth to turn it back towards the water. Between the four wolves, it knew that it was cornered, and that made the young elk desperate, dangerous.  It wheeled about, lowering it's antlered head and backed towards the waves. If the others could keep it distracted, she would grab hold of a rear leg and try to drag it deeper, while working her teeth into the fat veins that ran down the inside of the elks rear legs.

“Speech.”