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Esme had managed to get something done over the last few weeks, the start of a nice-looking den standing in front of her. At least, to her eyes it looked nice. In all reality it was just a big pile of rocks with a squeeze-space so she could get in and be covered up so that she wouldn't get rained on. This territory did have a lot of rain, she'd noticed, now that springtime was coming. The small burns that she had gotten from the fire were now healed, so she was able to run around outside a lot more. She really loved chasing grasshoppers best of all, because of the way they jumped. Sometimes they went way over her head. It was amazing that something so small could jump so high. Higher than she could even jump! The white pup sat down outside of her proudly-made home, looking out into the trees beyond. She hadn't seen anyone since the pack had formed, and she was getting a little lonely, a little tired of being all by herself. She wanted to be back with her mothers and her sisters Orion and Remedy...heck, she'd even settle for her father, Ravesque. Or maybe a packmate. Just somebody. Anybody.

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Tristan’s pale eyes, a washed-out blue that was nearly white, stared ahead as if they were trying to bore holes into his target. The deer was young and it was wounded. He had spotted the limp initially, and followed beast for the greater span of half an hour. If there was anything to be said about the wolf it was that he was stubborn and he was remarkably patient. He had formed, in his mind, an invisible line for which the deer had to cross. After that, it was all over. Sure enough, as if driven by his will, the tawny animal lifted its head and took a few steps away from its previous position. Like a red arrow, Tristan had shot out of his hiding place. Spooked, the deer bolted.

The chase only went on for a few minutes. The deer cut away from him and into a small clearing. Tristan saw the white pup, but just barely. Soon enough the deer’s bad leg betrayed it and it stumbled. He leapt onto its back and used his momentum to go for the throat. Teeth sunk into flesh and he held down as the animal cried out, struggled briefly, and finally passed out. A final shake of the head ripped out its throat. Panting and shifting his weight away, the three year old turned to the girl, gesturing that she was welcome to join him. He soon dug in after that.

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A disturbance nearby made her head turn, and she jumped. The wolf was so close to her, chasing an animal that she had never seen before. Both of them looked really huge to Esme, and she backed away, her tail between her legs. She had never seen anyone hunt before, not even her mothers. They had always just brought her food, mostly chewed, for her to eat. She could remember Wednesday giving her Orion a bird that'd had a broken wing to play with once, but couldn't recall whether her sister had actually killed it or not. She watched with wide red eyes as the animal was taken down, blood spraying all around. She had never eaten deer, or seen anybody kill one before--it was such a big animal for one wolf to take down! Esme approached timidly when he beckoned her to come over, looking at the hooved creature, then Tristan, then back at the animal. Was it really dead? It was huge...what if it wasn't really dead, and it woke up and kicked her? The hooves were the scariest part. He was already eating, and she took a spot next to him, watching. Was that how you did it? He was taking really big bites...but she was sure that she couldn't open her mouth that far.

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Tristan regained his senses once his belly was full. He had never spent much time around children, and it had just occurred to him she might not be able to tear apart the hide. Shifting his weight and pulling back, he motioned with his head to the bloody gap formed in the hollowed belly of the doe. “You can eat meat, right?” His voice was deep, but not without humor. He was more interested in the fact she was albino (though he did not know the word for it), something he had never seen before.

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She wasn't sure what part she was supposed to eat. She sniffed daintily at the hoof of the animal, watching what Tristan was doing carefully, hoping to mimic him. Wednesday had tried to show her something about eating meat before, but it had been over a month ago...it felt like a lifetime ago. She tried to remember more, but couldn't.

His voice came out and it startled her, making her take a nervous step backwards. Was he already done? Maybe she could come back later and try and eat, without anyone watching. Then she wouldn't feel so bad. "I...d'know" She said. "I's just been eatin' burds...and some buggies. I's never see'd this kind of animal b'fore"

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“It’s a deer,” he explained. The girl was so young, and Tristan was inexperienced in the raising of children. This did not mean, of course, he disliked them—to the contrary. As rough and cold as he was to strangers, he adored children. They offered a youthful innocence and truth the world had forgotten. Moving his body and reaching his head into the belly, he grabbed a chunk of the fleshy-stuff and put it down in front of the girl. “Go ahead,” he added, his tail giving a wag behind him, suggesting it was all right.

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