It seemed like it was taking forever for the younger wolf to gather up whatever plant life was required to be applied to the small cut that adorned her haunch and standing mixed with the bruises that lay beneath the surface were really starting to wear on her body. Though fit for her age even she couldn't stand forever and a rumble of her stomach reminded her that her stomach couldn't wait forever to be filled either.  The smell of all the different kills was really starting to drive the huntress insane, especially on an empty stomach. A bite of bison she had brought down earlier with fellow allies sounded mighty delicious at that moment. The pack second could find her there whenever he managed to return with his jowl full of plants.

Shifting her weight to keep the majority of it off her bruised leg off she gave a small tilt of her head to inhale the aromas that filled the area, attempting to sort out the many scents until the smell of bison became most prominent. Limping her way along the scent trail her amber gaze squinted faintly as a familiar coloration of silver and cream crossed her path. Another quick sniff of the air revealed it to be the Woodlands hunter, Iopah. 'Ah, perhaps she is off to dine on bison as well.' She thought to herself, remembering the day the two woman and a few other wolves hoarded around a rotting bison carcass  that could easily feed an entire pack for at least a week. That feast was delicious, but old meat never compared to the delicacy of fresh meat still warm from the blood that once flowed through the many veins. This thought alone made a puddle of drool form in Enoki's mouth and her pace to quicken despite the limp that hindered her slightly. That fresh meat would soon be filling her empty stomach.  

Finding a suitable seat at the dinner table beside the Woodland woman, Iopah, her jaws were put to work slicing and shredding the meat of the beast before her while a light shade of crimson began to make itself known in the form of a subtle tint upon the ebony hairs of her face from the blood that once provided the beast life. A companionable silence hung in the air between the two woman as they filled their stomachs in preparation for the impending journeys home. There was no need for words to be shared knowing exactly where they stood with each other now. No longer were the two enemies as stamped by their history. Now at the very least they were allies. A title Enoki was grateful to have over the latter. Little by little the others in the area began to migrate to the fallen bison from the smell of its potent and intoxicating aroma, including the three lead females present. Narime, Nina, and the dark queen herself, Elettra. Nothing but the sound of snapping jaws around pounds of meat and idle chit-chat filled the wildwoods until all had their fill. One by one the wolves began their departures with sentimental goodbyes and best wishes to each other.  

Noticing the dark queen make her own goodbyes before snagging a pheasant for the trip home, Enoki knew the festivities were coming to an end and home was calling their names. Following suit to the best of her abilities despite the bum leg slowing her normal speed, a pair of rabbits dangled between her jaws by their ears. As soon as she made it back to the willows they would be buried into a cache for later consumption by another pack mate that had not made the journey with the rest or by the pups. Either way Enoki would not dine on them with her stomach so bloated by the bison meat waiting digestion within it. All in all she had to say today was a success despite the low number of wolves present. Each pack had their representatives and now things would return to normal in preparation for the coming winter.