The female's praise was glossed over, but Pip breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it. So she wasn't completely incompetent then. It was a fair assumption to think this was her first hunt; the Hollow wolf knew her lack of experience was painfully obvious especially since the older lady had to snap at her for nearly startling the entire herd to begin with. Knowing that the woman didn't expect her to kill the beast - it was so tall!!! How would she even reach behind its head to begin with?? - left Pip breathing easier as well, though she did wonder just how on earth the lady expected to get up there herself. She was taller, sure, but not nearly as tall as the deer.

Far too used to her aquatic prey, Pip couldn't fathom taking down an animal larger than herself. She supposed that was why there were other wolves involved in hunting large prey like this. Therefore, the sea wolf listened with rapt attention, nodding once as soon as she understood her part to play. All she had to do was...run in the middle of that herd with those sharp hooves and antlers...weed out the one she wanted...and chase it to the lady. That was all. All she had to do. Right through the middle. Ohhh, she was going to be kicked! Worried orange eyes glanced to her companion, seeking out any words of wisdom. Was there a trick to avoiding getting killed?? But Pip saw the impatience in her elder's gaze and stood nervously. Just do it. Just go and do it, she told herself.

Carefully, Pip picked her way through the foliage around them and eased out to the very edge of the clearing. She took a bolstering breath for herself and checked to make sure it was time for her to go before plunging into the meadow full tilt for the deer the pair had agreed on initially. As hooves thundered over the land around her, shaking her through her paws, Pip let out a nervous chirp as she gave chase. The herd split far easier than she expected, practically painting her a path to the injured doe. She didn't have the voice to growl and snarl to encourage the doe onward, but her breath on the fleeing animal's heels seemed to be encouragement enough.

Pip skittered away nervously as her elder made her move. It was with precise violence that the attack was made. The yearling pinned her ear's back at the unearthly scream the doe let out as her fate was sealed. Orange eyes took in the entire scene with awe. How the female leaped at the doe with such reckless abandon was beyond the sea wolf. She didn't think she could ever be that brave. Her elder released her prey and allowed it to take a few stumbling steps away before it fell and thrashed along the ground as it struggled to catch its breath.

The yearling nearly missed the cue from her hunting partner to join her considering how focused she was on the dying animal. While she'd done nothing difficult, she had helped to take it down, hadn't she? Maybe...doing a pack hunt wouldn't be so bad. If all she had to do was serve as a distraction, that could be almost fun.

Trotting to join her elder, Pip still approached with a dipped head, curved spine, and tail held nervously between her legs, though it no longer remained tucked. She stood beside her and allowed her gaze to be drawn towards the doe again until the awful question of what her name was came up. It was the part she hated most about meeting new people when she had no siblings around to answer for her.

Pip's ears fell back unhappily and she gave a pitiful little squeak that matched those she had been making when first the female came upon her. Should the woman ask if she couldn't speak, Pip would merely nod.