Ralie
Ralie woke up first, and then cursed herself for falling asleep. She would've woken up Kitty... okay, maybe not, but she should have at least woken Blue, if she had found the sense to do so. Taking a peek at the fire she sighed in relief as she remembered that she had stomped it out the night before, the minute Kitty had fallen asleep. She knew that Kitty wasn't afraid of the dark or anything, or at least wouldn't admit to it if asked, but Ralie's sister fell asleep easier with the warmth of the fire, so she let it burn as long as it took for her sister to drift off. With a sigh, Ralie strung her bow and checked how many arrows she had left. It took her only a second to count, Fuck, only five. She would have to make more, but first breakfast. She tossed a glance over her shoulder at her sister's sleeping form and came to the conclusion that Blue would wake up. The wolf had an incredible knack at sensing danger, and were any to arise his high pitched yips would alert her.
She swam across the river and entered the dense forest, breathing in the air around her, and looking to the canopy and ground for something she could track. Birds made their calls and other creatures stirred in the foliage. She smiled to herself, remembering what used to be her home before her family's banishment. Kitty would have no memory of it, being one of the few children born of the Badlands, but she reveled in the sounds and smells, that filled her with familiarity. Finally, her dark brown eyes found what they had been searching for, tracks. The cloven hooves of elk. She sank fluidly into a crouching position, moving slowly, following the tracks and occasional droppings. There were four of them, two full grown, one adolescent, and one baby. After tracking for a few more feet she found them, munching happily on grass.
She surveyed the situation. The three older elk stood closely together, but the young one was off wandering, making it an easy kill. She pulled the bow's string taut, aiming for the little elk, but stopped herself. Kitty would kill me if I fed her a baby animal. She turned her arrow onto one of the larger ones, the male. Aiming for it's temple, she loosed the arrow. It found it's mark in a second, the elk collapsed onto it's knees dead before hitting the ground. The other three lept swiftly into the trees.
Using a bit of rope she carried, she hung the elk and began to gut and clean it. Doing the dirty work after she killed it ensured that she wouldn't be exposing her sister to the disgusting sight and foul odor. She knew Kitty wouldn't care, but Ralie preferred to keep it away from her. She cut off as much meat as she could carry, cutting smaller strips of the flesh for Blue. She was greeted by the little wolf as soon as she made it back to the camp, his tail wagging excitedly and yipping expectantly. She tossed him some of the strips and looked for her sister. She could understand why her sister loved it so much, it was so different than anything she had experienced before. She wanted to call her back in but decided against it, letting her sister be happy, even if it was only for a brief moment. She started another fire and began to cook the meat.
Ralie looked up to check on her sister again, only to see that she had sunk low into the water. Her stomach dropped and she regarded the opposite bank warily. She reached automatically for her bow and pulled the string taut, waiting for whatever scared her sister, to show itself so she could kill it.