Kakasha stayed hidden on the hill top able to see into the little area where Aiden was hunting. Her cold emerald green orbs mostly stayed locked on the little white rabbit that Aiden had set her eyes on. She had hoped that she would led it to her put instead she went off a cliff. She growled in frustration shaking her head as she got out of her crouched position and shook the snow off her underbelly than began to walk towards her favorite hunting area.<br/><br/>She made her way thru the hibernating trees and silently stalked what ever creature was leaving a faint trail. Her orbs looked around for any pending danger or prey, long deep slashes were grooved into trees as young and old bucks readied thier weapons for the clashing and fighing for a mate.<br/><br/>Raising her medium wolven skull she sniffed the stale chilled air and could smell the fainst scent of blood, her insticts took over and she followed the scent effortless, soon she found her self in a clearing with trees surrounding. She hid well and watched as two bucks faught with a doe off to the side grazing. Kaksha wavered for a moment shifting her weight to either side, deciding weather or not to kreap up on the doe or wait for one of the bucks to lose and finish off the loser.<br/><br/>Soon her desision was decided when one of the males began to buck the other rapidly and stabed the other in the eye and cut open his throat. She licked her lips as she watched the bucks, and was turned on by the mere violence and she shook her head trying to focas. The buck began to stake his claim over the female when Kakasha sprinted out of the woods, her tail strait and her ears laid against her head as her legs pumped. The pair spoted her and the weary male mounted off and nugded his female towards the otherside of the woods. The defeated male lay their trying to get up and run like the other, he was unable to get up. She chuckeled at the pathedic animal and snaped her powerful maw over his hindleggs so he was unable to use them.<br/><br/>She phased to her large 7'2'' tall form and picked up the buck and swung it over her shoulder using its long antlers as means of holding on. With the deer balanced on her shoulder she began to race thru the woods back towards the cave, her long legs carrying herself and the large buck easily. The ground shuttered under her paws as she went along. Soon she found her self back in the clearing where she had waited for the rabbit, it looks like her patiance had worn off giving her a much bigger prize. She slowed her pace down not wanting to startle anyone.<br/><br/>On her way to the cave she saw a few more rodents and predators laying in the snow,  without disturbing the others hunting she finished walking the rest of the way to the cave. She set the big buck down next the the pit where they made fires and grabbed a few more logs from under a tarp that was kept to ensure the pile of firewood kept dry, she took acouple of small pieces as well from the pile. Just then she noticed a slummed over figure, his hands running over the fires licking flames. "Damian." She said trying not to show she was startled by his presence. "Sleep good?" She asked while she positioned the huge buck so it was easier to skin. While she awaited for his reply she darted into the cave for her skinning knife and then returned to the dead beast. Once in a comfortable seating position she felt the sharpness of the knife with the pad of her finger and tsked then pulled a sharping stone from her pocket and began to slide the utensil across it's smooth surface. Her movements slow and deliberate, skinning wasn't something you just did, it was a art. It wasn't something someone could just pick up and be good at. It took years of practice and learning right where to pinch the skin and slide the sharp point of the knife a few inches in, just enough to separate the fur and dermis from the actual meat beneath. While she skillfully sharpened her skinning knife she waited for the others to appear.