This would be the beautiful female's first cold season as an adult, and so far it was prooving to be quite the complicated time of year for her and her family.
This was the first time in her life her mother has chosen her own father over over her mate, Styx's father. He had fallen ill and she felt obligated to take the only son of the litter of four with her to assist the massive family and leave Ajax with their three daughters.
So it was up to Styx and her two sisters to take care of their own father as he sought to teach them the ways of survival if they so choose to be on their own. This was not her first time hunting, however this was her big chance to beat her sisters and bring home the bigger kill. Without their mother home, their father was getting depressed and weak, a nice juicy freshly killed dear would be the perfect ticket to make him smile once more.
So there
Styx was, crouching and eying down the large deer, waiting to make her move. Was she aware that there was another B'alam in the area? Of course not, her mind was already way too boggled to notice everything that was around her, which could end up costing her her life.
As the deer nelt down to take it's last bite of grass, Styx's massively muscular body bound towards it and after a very short chase, there was a mighty crack, the sound of the deer's neck being broken followed by a growl of victory and a blood smeared grin across the face of the white female. As the blood covered her face she felt relieved and threw back her head, as if it were all going to be okay soon enough. Oh the magical thing the blood of a fresh kill did to her...