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Another successful hunt, like always. Aquila grinned around the mouthful of fur and neck of the stag that she just caught. Her mouth was salivating at the thought of a good meal. It wasn't typical for her to miss one, but the female was always up for a good meal.

Especially if her company wasn't as successful with his catch. Aquila snickered, light eyes filled with mirth. She dragged her kill towards Miro before plopping down beside it. "You're going to starve at this rate. There's enough for two." Technically, in her case, enough for one. The glutton was a bottomless pit unless sick. Miro was lucky; she was in the mood to share. "Eat up, beta". How he was so high up in his pack was beyond her. Miro was always so pathetic.

All the more reason the male was hers.

An eerie grin creeped up on Aquila's maw. Loner. He was going to have to try better than that to insult her. Being alone was better than being with a pack who---well--- most likely sustained themselves on feelings like "unity" and "togetherness" rather than actual meals.

The more she thought about it, the more she was surprised that Miro survived this long without her. Then again, he was as stubborn as a mule.

"What else are you going to eat, beta. Grass?" She let out a bark of laughter at the thought. How pathetic. She nudged the stag further towards him an impish smirk taking hold of her lips. "Or are you too old to get past the fur? Do I need to chew it up for you?" she flicked her eyes to the stomach and back towards Miro. The idea of humiliating him was too hard to pass up if he said no.

A stark and brash laugh left her maw. It sure looked like Miro needed her help. The fool was too stubborn to accept it. Aquila's grin widened, eyes glinting with mischief. She loved it. There was never a dull moment with the wolf.

She dragged the corpse closer to him. "You sure you don't want some? Take in that scent. Look at the stomach. Nice and fatty." Well, in all honesty, the deer was more muscular than fatty. As much as the others were easier to catch, she liked a bit of a challenge. Killing the slow, elderly or injured just wasn't her cup of tea. Not because she was sympathetic. They deserved to perish if they weren't going to make it in the world. Rather, they were too easy, too boring.

Miro was always the exception to this rule. Someone had to take care of his a**. And she derived too much enjoyment out of him to leave him for dead yet.

Aquila nipped at his ear, quickly getting in front of Miro, blocking his escape. She wasn't going to let him go that easily. "You can't walk like that." It was a surprise that he could even stand. Miro just didn't know when to quit.