A celebration!

Drinks and meat were being shared all around as the torches flickered in the night. Several hunters danced around the bonfire in celebration of their new member.

Blood-Red Vixen. That was her huntress name. Even with the clothes she had been granted, they left little to the imagination and she was fine with that. After all, she had no reason to be modest! They had seen her naked, but none of them cared. Of course not! Kraven would not dare let anyone of that sort into his ranks.

She sat at the head of a celebration table, downing some more wine. Of course it was red. Everything about her was red. Her name. Her hair. The blood that stained her hands, clean as they appeared to be. Her mind still had yet to completely process the day and what she had done. MJ knew she should feel remorse, and a part of her did. But... she wasn't a wanton killer. None of these people were. Their hunts had purpose. There was nothing more raw than their line of work; putting their life on the line to hunt. There was no good or evil, but rather or survival of the fittest.

She remembered something Volcania had told her one day: "if what we do is evil, then so is nature itself, for to hunt is natural."

MJ looked around the festivities. She wanted to quiet her head, but who to quiet it with?