The feeling of comradery that Mazikeen feels with the shifter pack has outgrown her affection for her parents. They did well by her, but there is something extra here - the joy of finding those that are similar to her in more ways than the chance of blood.
As she had hoped and expected, her question about hunting invites action. The white wolf forgets to answer the question about whether she was hungry (she was!) in her delight that Dayé is so willing to teach and explore with her.
There’s trepidation in Mazikeen’s heart at the idea of eating another animal but it is not enough to cause her to even hesitate. She trusts Dayé - and if eating a rabbit or a deer or whatever they were going to find was good enough for the older shifter, then it absolutely was for Mazikeen. There are some fears - what if she hates the taste? What if she retches and makes a fool of herself - but they are easily clamped down as she stretches her legs and bounds after the other wolf and into the trees.
Here, a multitude of smells surrounds her - some that she recognizes and some that she doesn’t. Squirrel, rabbit, deer, horse, and wolf too. Not her own scent or that of Dayé’s, but someone else. She doesn’t think too much on it though - the Cove is attracting more shifters and she is sure that there must be some that she has not yet met.
Not knowing where to start, she falls just behind Dayé and focuses her entire attention on her friend. What is the first step? Do they pick a particular trail to follow or do they move until they cross paths with some unfortunate prey? She doesn’t ask any questions - not yet, preferring instead to just watch and wait to see what Dayé does next.
@[Dayé]