Bearclaw Valley So you were six feet underneath me

Really, she wasn't scared with the kid's aggressive and in some way possessive nature when it came to her catch. If she wanted, she could probably poke the nosy child into crying for their mama, but she wasn't a sadist. Luckily (for the kid), it stopped the pathetic act to be like the one and only Koume and went after the piece of meat she had thrown.

You eat, I eat, kiddo. She commented, munching her own belly full but leaving plenty of flesh for the other pack members to enjoy. Perhaps, with this victory, she could propose a pack hunt (led by her, preferably) so they could feast on an even bigger buffet. She wondered then if the kid had finished their little meal already. With some of the carcass's weight now in their belly, maybe they could attempt to bring it to a nearby cache.