Phoenix Maplewood What's the time, Mr Wolf

Her jaws clamped dutifully round the outside of the bone and she tugged in hopes that she could drag it free from the stagnant remains without much of a struggle. Yet this was proving to be a rather challenging task, for the ribcage of the deer was positioned in such a way that made her prize impossible wedged. A low growl rumbled in Simatra's throat and she decided to resort to digging, one paw raised to enter the mess when a loud bark caught her attention.

For a moment she thought it was Israel come to seek her out, or that's what she hoped for. But the fiery female that met her gaze was most certainly not her graceful accomplice. She shook her head as the rough question met her ears and turned back to her task. "Only seen you and me round here." Her voice was gruff as claws met bone with a disconcerting scrape and her brow furrowed in annoyance.