the bloody and the broken

@Salamander maybe?

Tonravik moved toward pukulria, having all the desire in the world for a bone. The alpha female wandered slowly in the midday heat up until she arrived to the area that seemed to somehow grow in the number of bones it held, despite how many had been taken from it. Tonravik went for a visible femur laying on its side, but when she noted that it was buried deep (and it being ninety degrees), she decided not to exert her energy on that particular bone.

Settling for an aged, stained tibia of what looked to be a deer, Tonravik dragged it, head tilted as it pulled against the earth. The alpha female moved to a spot of shade, and began to chew tiredly.