The Sunspire Boojums, snarks, spectral goats

"I think we better take it out and away from the territory. Not to attract more hungry mouths than we actually need around here," Wraen suggested, looking down at the coyote carcass and then casting a glance up. How the crows knew, where fresh meat would happen, was beyond her, but already there were three or four pairs of black-bead eyes looking back at her. 

"We should keep an eye out for these guys," she said her mind so preoccupied of, how to keep the caches she had instilled safe, that she did not hear the latter part of the question about, whether porcupines were a problem too. "I caught one lurking around the other evening," she added. "I will have to find a better place for caches, deeper in the territory though. Can't have them steal from them consistently. Better even, if they have no idea that food is stashed around here."