Heather had been expecting a slow death. A death caused by hunger and sickness.
She had stumbled through the undergrowth, trying to avoid the roots of trees and small rocks that might make her trip over. She hasn't had much to eat and it was starting to get to her. She was plagued with injury from being casted out of her old pack and now her strength went to keeping her walking. She had to find help, but she was failing.
She was scared and hopeless.
Until she wasn't
A friendly magnolia furred she-wolf came across her and quickly accepted her into her very small pack. Her wounds were worked on and she was fed. She rested and her energy came back to her. So when Faye had deemed her the first pack hunter, Heather found it quite ironic.
She understood that she was all that was there, maybe her role as hunter may even be temporary, so she didn't complain.
Her first hunt was mediocre, especially since she was the only hunter but it was clear that Daphne was pleased. If Faye was pleased, then Heather was happy. She owed her life to that she wolf, and even if it took away from her valued relaxation time.
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Hunter 
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