Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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She didn't give up her watch just yet, even as the male coyote retreated back to his pack. She kept her eyes on the other dark shapes in the distance, watching as they eyed the pair a little more warily now. Perhaps they were sizing up their odds now that one of their number had been ripped into so viciously. "Fucking irritating." She tacked onto the dark she-wolf's words about them being pests.

It seemed though that they got the message and likely figured the scraps that remained weren't worth losing possible limbs over, so they stayed back and slowly seemed to be trickling away. Only then did Blackfoot step back and take a spot on the opposite side of the carcass from the other wolf. She leaned over and ripped one of the leg bones off so that she could have something to chew on while she let the food digest in her gut.

To the woman's thank you, she gave a grunt. Then, in between bites of the bone she said, "Same to you." Because out of the hunting partners she'd had, this woman was quite... well, if not pleasant, then easy to work with.

She listened to the things in the night around her. The sounds of nocturnal creatures doing their night to night things that kept them busy. At length she finally relented and gave her name, "Am Blackfoot." If anything, she felt like the woman had earned that much. Plus, it was just her name and she didn't think much of it to give to a wolf that didn't irritate her.

"Dialogue"

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