She followed, only slightly behind the others. Not too far so that it was an obvious fact that she was slacking behind, but not too close either. Her light paws were forced to take step after step. The Aston child was not about to cry, but she was very unhappy about it all. Her face sang a laconic tale. Once upon a time she had actually believed she would jump into this with a wagging tail and a strong, courageous heart. Deer was more normal to eat than ducks, for example, but it was still the same thing. The deer were cute and she liked the way they looked and their black, innocent eyes. They were innocent just like her beloved Baby Duck. They had not done anything wrong. Noir was too aware of how foolish such arguments would sound. Wolves were designed to eat meat, and that was why they hunted. She loved the taste of meat, she did, but she knew they were already dead by then. She would not be the one to cause the light to leave the prey’s lovely, innocent eyes.
She felt so horrible for feeling this way, but she could not push it away. The groups closed in on the prey, and the blonde girl knew that it would soon explode into action. Now she saw the figures in the distance, being herded by the other group of Aniwaya hunters. She did not want to do this. The hunt was in progress, and the girl stood frozen in her track. Her golden eyes ran over to every member in a formidable speed. When it was clear that everyone had their main focus on the hunt, the girl turned around and ran for it, running away from the whole scene. Her heart was already beating heavily in her chest, and adrenaline was present to give her that proper speed boost she so sorely needed to get as far away as she could as fast as she could. Perhaps she would not get another meal today for what she now was doing, but the tan girl saw that as a small price to pay.