Brielle's eyes followed Anatole's confident stride as they approached the frostbitten deer, the remnants of a once majestic creature. The raven's sharp gaze bore into her, and a shiver ran down her spine, but Anatole's reassurance echoed in her mind. She straightened her posture, emulating her brother's assertive stance, determined not to let the corvid intimidate her.

As Anatole circled to one side, Brielle held her ground, meeting the raven's keen eyes with a mixture of curiosity and respect. She could feel the pulse of the wilderness around them, the primal energy that connected all living beings. In that moment, she understood Anatole's unspoken lesson – a lesson of strength, resilience, and asserting their place in the natural order.

With a slow and deliberate movement, Brielle extended a paw forward, testing the ground beneath her. The raven cawed again, its warning echoing through the Highland air. Brielle maintained eye contact, a silent acknowledgment of the boundaries between predator and scavenger. She hoped for Anatole's approval, a subtle nod that spoke volumes in the language of their shared instincts.

As they began to feast on the remains of the deer, Brielle felt a surge of gratitude for her brother's guidance. The taste of the kill was satisfying, not just for the nourishment it provided but for the validation of their abilities as wolves. She glanced at Anatole between bites, trying for a silent exchange of understanding and camaraderie.

The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the siblings as they shared this primal moment. With a contented sigh, she marveled at the vastness of the Highlands. It was not perfect, not without her parents... but it was home... for now... until they found something more stable.