Whinnie watched closely. An arrow strung to her bow the doe in her line of vision. The bow was taunt with her pulling, a leather cover was on Fred's fingers and she crouched hidden in the thicket. Her long hair was braided for the hunt so it wouldn't move with the sudden breeze. Her bangs shifted as she watched the creature graze. With her ears moving around on her head catching all the noises, waiting for the right moment. Finally the she wolf rose from her hiding spot giving her just the attraction for the doe to look up and for Whinnie to release the arrow.
The female watched as the arrow peirced the animals heart. She fell quickly, death came before her body hit the ground. Moving from the thicket she came over to the doe and kneeled down to her prey her bow slung on her shouler and the arrows also on her back in a holder. Pulling the arrow from the deer she heard a distinct noise from the left. Turning her head quickly Fred thought to see a fellow predator, but the sight of a fawn made her curse. "sanglante enfer" She growled throwing the arrow she had pull from the doe down with a frustration.
Fred abhorred killing a mother it didn't seem fair to her. Getting up slowly she approached the baby. It was shaking in fear eyes wide as she got closer. When she was only five feet away it ran in fear. Whinnie sighed knowing it would probably die now. Returning to the doe she had killed she went about picking it up and taking it back to the temperary den she had made.
A few hours later she had skinned the animal and it's pelt was starting the tanning process. She already had one made up for Lysander. The she wolf thought he could use one and she owed him for waking him up anyways. Grabbing the pelt she had made lysander Whinnie started for his place. She left her bow at her place, the meat from the doe in a place another animal couldn't get to it. Her walk wasn't to long. When she got to his cabin Fred didn't knock, finding the formality a waste of time at this point.
Walking in she shut the door and was shocked at what she saw. Not much surprised the small french women, but seeing Lysander on the floor with two pups was enough to make her almost stagger. Had he been telling her the truth that day then? Confusion pounded in her head as she watched him roll a ball between then letting the small ones play. "Monsieur......Je ne savais pas......I mean where did they come from." Fred said her french accent thicker then usual due to her shock.