Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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For a brief moment, Blackfoot wondered if the other she-wolf was going to opt out of the hunt. A move that would have left her equal parts confused as well as irritated. She realized quickly what was happening when the woman began to circle the herd so she could get into place. Blackfoot followed suite, keeping an eye on the herd that they were circling as well as the ground below so that she didn't accidentally kick a rock or step on a twig. Ruining the hunt at this juncture would piss her off to no end.

She managed to keep completely quiet and took her position on the opposite side of their target. Carefully, slowly, she crept into position. She crept as close as she dared before stopping to glance towards the other dark she-wolf. She was barely visible against the inky darkness of the night. Hell, if she didn't know where to look, she likely wouldn't have even seen her. She felt a bubble of approval in her chest at how well they'd worked together thus far... but it was not over yet.

She turned her gaze back to the deer and after a few last-minute calculations... she lunged. She wasn't the fastest she-wolf out there, but with how close they'd managed to draw, she was able to cross the distance to the sleeping doe without issue.

She heard a call go up from one of the sentries but at that point, she'd already sank her jaws into both of the doe's rear hind legs as it tried to get up. She jerked sharply upwards and to the right, causing the deer to fall and twist, leaving its throat open for the other she-wolf to bite.

"Dialogue"

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