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Nearing the dens, her pace began to slow and the result of her hunt became more apparent. Her forelimbs still ached, encouraging the weight of her bulk settle instead on her hind hips and legs. The pull of the carcass was reduced to a drag, stretching her neck in preparing for the ascent to the hideaway. But a call still her steps and dropped the kill from her glistening maw.
Her ears were perked attentively as she turned, tail swaying at ease as she greeted her fellow lead with a gentle smile. “Goodday Jaden,” leaving her prey to rest, she padded towards him but stopped upon fully seeing the ensemble he chose to adorn himself. Why by the Ancestors was he armed? Was he intended to embark on some mission, she wondered but refrained from letting her curiosity produce unintelligible words. Rather than leaving the answer to speculation, she mentally adopted a neutral outlook upon the situation.
“Going off to make war?” she jested and tipped her muzzle toward his gauntlets. Had the male been off for a hunt, the bow and arrow she could understand, but the metal guards conveyed something more was in the works. “Just please be sure to come back in a reasonable time.” Smiling, she turned back to take hold of her prey again…