Wendigos Aren't Supposed To Be Nice

His dis-concern for her falling as no surprise to her. The girl only grumbled as he pushed herself up. "No, I'm not anymore." There was only a bit of tone in her voice as she got on all fours and sulked closer to the clearing. "The weakest..." Her eyes darted from each of the animals. Back and forth, until she stumbled upon a doe that had a slight limp in her back left leg, towards the huff. "The one right there, she has a limp in her back left leg. Seems that she hurt it somehow." She paused and observed them even more. "Other than that, of course the young ones." Though she wasn't very fond of hurting smaller ones like that.

"Unless you think we can go for the buck?" It would have been a tricky thing for her to do alone, but to have this beast by her side made her feel like anything was possible. "It's up to you, considering you're a lot faster than me." Even with his speed, Claire could sure try her beast to keep up. Claire patted herself down and cursed under her breath. Her bow and arrows were not wit her, only her knife. "How are we going to handle this Wessy?" Claire wanted to give him a name he didn't like.

Claire waited for a few seconds, to see what brilliant plan the Wendigo had for them... Until he left her. Now, Claire knew that people ran away from her regularly, but this was totally different. The look of disdain on her face was a clear definition in her features that she was not happy at all. The little hunter enjoyed it too much to have it taken away by some beast. Claire wanted to catch the buck, she wanted to claim it. But now, all she could express was anger.

"Nice move asshole." Her once subtly soft demeanor was now gone as she moved over to Wess. Her face was filled with dread that someone had stepped on her pride and shattered what she held dear. This man had ruined too many things for her. Though the kill had been quick, she didn't want the thing all over it. As Claire got close enough to touch him, there was a weird sound that came from him. "Alright there show off." She unsheathed her knife and effortlessly plunged it into his back, just a bit right of the spine. She pulled it out before hopping back a few steps encase he lashed out. "Good job only getting one, but you did it fast." The compliment seemed very hidden behind her hostile voice.

Claire regretted this. As she was flinged around like a rag doll by the Wendigo, she kept herself like a brick and let it happen to her. She deserved it; she was being a bitch and he was only trying to help her. Oh god did she feel bad. It was like a flood of emotions that rushed through her. How many times had he been mistreated like this, how many times had he been abused just because? She frowned, even though it was subtle enough for him not to notice.

As he backed up from her and ranted, she felt even worse. Why had her pride been so important? There was no need to let such a petty thing get in the way of their... Their what? They weren't enemies or acquaintances anymore. They were friends. The thought baffled Claire as she stood upright and looked at the beast. Every word he had said stung for some reason. Maybe it was because they were so alike, and that she understood all the pain he must feel inside. Though, she hadn't expected him to cry. That was the last straw for her. The wolf girl ran full speed at him, blindly wrapping her arms around his chest, and nuzzling her face against his dirty fur. "I-I'm sorry." She uttered out, as Claire hated apologizing. But she wanted this beast, her friend, to know that she felt his pain too. He was just a big baby.

As the tall man pulled her in closer, Claire only closed her eyes to let him embrace her. Oh my, it had been so long since she had gotten a hug; a year or more sounded about right. Not that she was as deprived as the Wendigo for love, but she needed it too. This embrace, even though it would be seen as dangerous and strange to outsiders, this hug meant everything to her. When he lifted her up for a few seconds, a child-like laugh came out. As Wess let her go, she nodded before trying around and smiling brightly. The animal could not see how happy that had made her.

"Yeah..." Claire really didn't feel like carrying it around. Once her grin was gone, she looked back at Wess and then took a few steps towards the dead corpse. "I can't carry this on my own, that's for sure..." There were many ways that this could go down. The girl tapped her foot to some rhythm in her head as she thought. "Could you carry it? I can run with you if I'm also too much to carry." Though she wouldn't be able to fully keep up, Claire would definitely try to. "Should we just hand it over to them, all willy nilly?" Her index finger poked the chest of the buck. "Or, maybe we should just keep it for ourselves?" The girl flashed an evil grin to the man.

"They are just little puppies that care only about food." That summed it up rather well for them, that was for sure. Yes, she cared a lot able the wolves that stayed here, as they were her family, but sometimes they were so needy. They listened to her even more than Attel most of the time. It almost made them like their mother. No, she was the father that was once their child. "I am kind of like their protector." Was what she settled on as she looked at Wess. "They raised me but once I got old enough to mature and be my own person, I'm like an overbearing mother with a pack of 3 year olds."

"You're right..." She paused and looked at the buck before her eyes were locked with his. "SO we drop the buck off at the den, I'll say a few swears and make sure they leave you alone, and then we can go back to my house and have a cook out with the boar?" She would have to make sure that her and Attel got a few pieces in before he devoured it all. "Unless you have some other plans Mr.Wendigo." It wasn't like she needed Wess to come with her to eat, but after he had helped, she kind of felt like she needed to. Damn the polite side of her.