Arrow Lake Deerly Departed

Glad you enjoyed her— and thanks for the thread! ;)

Nynka scowled at the tunnel, then the haunch of venison, then back at the tunnel again. She didn't know who had invented the laws of physics but she had half a mind to give them a good solid bite right now; first the trees, then this! It was terrible, as if the world's physical design had been drawn up expressly to inconvenience her, Nynka.

Distracted by these brooding thoughts as she scrabbled at the den entryway again, Nynka didn't notice her tame wolf starting to sidle off until it was too late. She only half-paid attention to the canine's voice as she herself focused on bringing the size of the den and the size of the meat into better alignment with one another. Then—Oy, wait, you're supposed to be watching for birds, there! she yelled after the wolf with a small stamp of one foot, while the canine hastily wished her luck and hoofed it on outta there. Truly, Nynka had no idea why good help was so hard to find! She grumbled to herself a little as she turned back to her digging, though after a moment she brightened, as it crossed her mind that now she wouldn't have to bother offering even the most cursory of tokens of gratitude to any wolves today. That meant the meat really was all hers, free and clear—score!

It belatedly occurred to her that she had never even bothered to learn the canine's name...huh. Nynka shrugged and proceeded to give the venison a final extra-vicious yank that at last funneled it down into the enlarged burrow hall— well, funneled most of it, at least. Outside the den entryway a few shredded scraps of fur and stringy muscle lay forlornly scattered about still, bearing mute testimony to the drama that had only recently taken place there. The quiet lasted only a moment before an observant young crow spotted the mess and swooped down to clean up the last telltale signs that Nynka, Wraen, or their prey had ever been there.