"Thank you," Soul Fang said, keeping his gaze respectfully averted. He knew better than to stare eye-to-eye with a higher-ranking wolf; only do that if you intend to challenge it. He looked to where Kiko still had the injured deer by the leg, and he made a cautious move to bite its foreleg again. Soul Fang kept a watchful eye on the other wolves. Soul Claw emerged from the brush, drawn by the scent and sounds of distressed prey. Throwing herself at the deer, she landed at its shoulder, her jaws sinking deep into the meat. Unlike her submissive brother, she wasn't nearly as useless at hunting.