Swift River ribbons and bows

wait for me to come home

Morganna Archer

Did she think it was safe? The real question should have been did she care if it was safe. All she offered was a shrug with a wry smirk and a chuckle. "Even if it ain't there's two o' us, and cats tend ter stick to 'emselves. I like those odds, don' you?" A brow arched as she looked back over her shoulder to her companion wondering how the younger wolf might take it. Younger. Pah she didn't feel so old yet, though truthfully she was getting there, she could almost cringe just thinking about it.

But there was no time to waste as the remains of the deer came into view. The scent of the cat was stronger here, but she cut through the undergrowth with ease none the less. It had been too long since she had gotten herself into a decent fight and she didn't want to find herself rusty when she needed it most.

Well when the Archer put it that way, Artionis couldn't really argue. Two against one did sound like decent odds. Granted she didn't have very much experience with wildlife that tended to fight back. Sounded like she had found another new experience to add to her list. That was if the feline decided to come back for seconds.

The silver dusted yearling wiggled through the branches a bit more than Morganna had but broke through them in the end. She would respectfully wait for the older female to get a bite or two in before she partook in the leftover deer. Her ears would remain erect and alert for any sounds that would indicate trouble. Hopefully they could share a silent meal before going their own ways.

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