Swiftcurrent Creek no, no, you ate yours

Hope you don't mind me! :)

Warm air from the South had already begun to rise into the North. Snow wilted at its touch and invited the early blooms of the season to peek beneath last year's Autumnal decay. Even the first birds had returned to Teekon — one of which was an unlucky mallard who found himself between Tuwawi's jaws. The tired duck had descended a bit too far from the marshlands and became easy prey for the hungry Swiftcurrent wolf. Birds were tricky creatures to consume and it would be best to eat this fellow by her newly constructed den - as to save the downy feathers for bedding.

Tuwawi's prize hung limp from her mouth as she trotted back into Swiftcurrent's heartland, but the scenery was not the same as it was before. Had she taken a different path? It was murkier here... more decrepit from winter than the part where she resided. A stray femur on the ground caught the woman's attention; it's pale brittle surface glowed in the light. Her eyes traced it to shriveled guts strewn along the dirt. Besides it all sat an aged disheveled man, smeared with old blood and filth. Tuwawi's pace slowed to a stop as she regarded the reclined stranger among his treasures, caught somewhere between curiosity and disgust.