OOC: I'm going to wait for Book to make a post before making mine.

Tiria waded up to Flower and raised her head trying to pick up the scent of Faelora, after a moment sher tilted her head and looked puzzled. "I don't-" "Oh! I found it." Her ears perked up. "I think we could go after them, don't bite the flower on their neck, it tastes nasty." She warned making a face, after shaking her head she glanced at her companions. "Are we ready to go after them?" She asked she moved her paws a bit splashing water around.

((OOC: Sorry guys, I got a bit busy))

Flower flicked her ears toward Spot talking out loud again. She began to wonder if he did that all the time. Eat first, learn about the others later, that is what her stomach was telling her. Lifting her head up from the grass where the small game trail was, Flower looked at the other female once again. Oddly and for some unknown reason, she kept her head lower and ears in a relaxed position. What caused her to do this, she didn't know. Must be the way Tiria carried herself. Spot seemed like a nice fella so far, and she really wasn't to worried about him. It was more of Tiria that she wasn't sure about. Suddenly Flower had a far off look again and mumbled a bit. "No! She's just a pup!". Blinking she came back to herself and looked away from the other two. With a soft sigh she busied herself with finding out just how fresh the game trail was, so once again her nose was in the grass, inhaling many different scents. Hunting was something she enjoyed doing, perhaps she was a hunter for a pack...in her past? Having no idea she just kept sniffing around then...JACK POT!

Flower bayed, tail thrashing wildly. She took off suddenly following the game trail and flushed out a lone stag. It sounded alarmed and spooked, but the hunter was hot on his heels. Flower dodged a kick from a hind leg and forced the stag to turn toward the other two. "Breakfast is coming your way!" She shouted and snapped at the stag's back legs with snarled and loud barking. . "That way, you!" She kept herself on his side, forcing the stag to head right toward the river where she left the other two. Panting she could feel the effects from going a couple days without eating and hoped Tiria and Spot were ready.

Tiria readied herself and when the buck got close to her she leapt up at him but managed to bite his chest, she sunk her teeth in but was afraid it wasn't enough to slow down the panicked fae. "Spot!" She barked warning the three-legged lupora of the faelora charging towards him.


**Sorry its so short, I didnt know what else to say**

Everything had happened so suddenly. One moment he was awkwardly wading across the river, the next there was a large faelora heading straight for them. Tiria seemed to have gotten a good hold on its chest, but he knew he was going to need to do something fast.

"Ah... right, Spot is coming!" He didn't bother shaking his coat free of water before he lunged forward. He was no stranger to fighting, but hunting was another matter altogether. He was not used to living as a wild animal, exactly, much more used to the populated human cities where food was tossed out like half eaten gifts in sparkling silver cans. Still, a life of pit fighting had left him knowing how to take something down when he had to, though he felt a tight knot in his stomach. He didn't like hurting things, even if it did mean a full belly.

Speaking of bellies, that is what he was aiming for. He wasn't slow, despite his handicap, and managed to slip beneath the struggling creature and lock on to the tender membrane that connected its belly and loins. "...Spot is sorry," he muttered through a mouthful of tender skin, using his own weight to tear at the flesh there. Blood poured from the tender area, sousing his muzzle and exposing guts. He winced, ears flat and eyes closed tight, clearly not enjoying what he was doing.

The fae stumbled, crashing head first into the dirt. Flower jumped aside to avoid being smacked by his rack. Then with a twist of her body and another jump she wiped around the head and sank her teeth into his throat crushing his wind pipe. Her body slide down into a laying position. She was breathing hard, causing her lips to flap but she refused to let go of the neck. Eyes closed as warm blood flowed over her tongue and down her throat, stomach growling again demanding food. Soon..he can't last much longer with that tear Spot did. She told herself as she felt the stag weakening. Flower opened her eyes the look toward the other two. It was a good hunt and a nice sized stag, all three will have full bellies soon. Flower could hardly wait, but first it must die, she could not eat while it was still alive.

The gasping sounds from the stag ceased and it lay motionless, but Flower waited just a bit longer. When she was sure it was dead she let go, licked her lips and then grinned. "That was great! A good hunt!" She got up, ran to the river for a drink then came back and laid down, panting still. She wanted to eat, but was still unsure of Tiria. If she is an alpha female then she would eat first, somewhere deep inside, Flower just knew that is how it is supposed to be. And what of Spot, what kind of rank would he hold? She slowly rolled to her side, forcing her breathing to get under control. She was really hungry but there was no rush..it's not like the stag was going to get up and walk away.

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Ooc: ohmygoodness! Im so sorry i like, forgot about the rp im so sorry when im off my crappy tablet i'll post i swear im so sorry for not posting ughhh sometimes im so stupid...))