Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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Blackfoot watched the wraith, the other woman was silent, thoughtful. The blue woman was patient, tilting her ears forward with some interest. Appreciating that the other didn't necessarily have to fill the air with needless sound. She could be thoughtful, well, "all of them" could be thoughtful. As it seemed to be. Since the woman was not a singular entity. Or something to that effect... Blackfoot didn't altogether understand it, but so long as it didn't impede survival. She did not care. Clearly the fact that she was still alive was a testament that the separate wolves living within her weren't detrimental.

The woman offered a little more context, patient and gentle. The blue mulled the words over, thinking on them. Processing. She nodded her head, clearly thinking over it all. "We all do what we need. For survival." No judgement there. Whatever it took. She would kill and maim if it meant she had a better chance at living.

The she-wolf gazed down at the bone at her paws. Silence stretched as she finalized what she thought. "Can work together." She finally said, knowing that if anything went awry, she'd just leave. She had no qualms about doing whatever was necessary for her own survival.

"Dialogue"

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