There was a heady sense of pride that followed each successful kill the small wolf brought home. Months before, the thought that she would be one of the hunters would have her expressing nervous doubts. Now, Pip was able to hold her chin a little higher when there was no one else around. Though the change in her was subtle, it was leaps and bounds from where she'd started.
No hint of sea spray lingered in her fur, much to her siblings' distress. While they mourned the loss of the sea, their smaller sister had flourished in the forest away from Bella Coola where she was encouraged to do things and be more than even she thought she was capable of. While Pip had yet to be relied on for pup-sitting - the mute girl was still quite skittish around the younglings and worried they would think less of her for her inability to speak - she took the spare time that left her with to practice hunting. Rabbits, mice, squirrels, chipmunks, and even birds had fallen victim to her small jaws.
Gently, the little female set down one such victim down and began systematically uncovering Grizzly Hollow's cache to add the carcass to the well-stocked cemetery. Rouge ears pinned back nervously and she turned upon hearing another approach. Spotting @Oula, the girl wagged her black-tipped tail sweetly. With her head lowered respectfully, she licked at her Alpha's chin in greeting.