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The other’s voices joined him in their brief song of celebration, and it reminded him of their claiming calls. The howls echoed out across the woods even after these stopped actively singing, as if their numbers were much larger than five. Agreeing with the others with a nod that this had run probably as smoothly as it could have, certainly better than he had thought it would have run. In the back of his head it was like another tick in his checklist that they were doing the right thing. If only he knew what was to come.

Nodding in respect to his cousin, Viorel stepped forward and took his rightful place as the first to eat. Taking a moment to rip off a chunk for himself he retreated far enough away to signal the others to also eat their fill. Whenever they were done they could take some back to the main cache where they could bury it safely for the others.

She waited for Vi to step back, and for the others to have their share before stepping forward, observing the hierarchy like the proper lady she was supposed to be. Perhaps someday she would make a go at climbing the ranks, but for now she was content to just be, existing without all of the competition growing up in the Loch brought. This place, this pack, these wolves, they offered a reprieve from her upbringing and for that, Vanadis was thankful.

Taking a share of her own, the woman retreated far enough away that she might enjoy it in peace, before readying herself to begin carrying back as much of the elk as they could.

She watched as Viorel stepped forward to claim the first bite of their meal, and like a good subordinate she waited until it was her turn to grab a bite. Tearing off a good chunk, she stepped back to allow the next wolf to grab their fill, deciding to sit back and eat in silence. Her thoughts now went back to finding a good spot to dig out her medicinal den, and maybe even attempting to look for any herbs or roots still hidden in the slowly thawing soil that she could stash away in the case of any emergencies. It was always good to be prepared.

They'd done it. Their first pack hunt had been a successful one. Their song of celebration echoed around the area until it was time to claim their prize. That was left to Viorel. Sharlee stood back still catching her breath as she watched her cousin step up to the kill amd take the first bite. She waited until it was her turn not wanting to overstep. It was a good feeling knowing they had all worked together to succeed in their goals. She hoped it was a sign for the future and that they would be successful as long as they worked together. When it was finally her turn Sharlee had caught her breath and moved forward to take her share.