Blacktail Deer Plateau jigglypuff

Ew. Behati was no stranger to rotten carcasses, but the fox that Osprey had unearthed smelled a little too far past its sell-by date. "No, thanks.." she murmured, eyeing the female as she began to pick apart the corpse. It was sad, wasn't it? She wasn't so old, and here was Osprey - broken down and desperately scratching around for scraps. "I'll leave you to it," Behati told her, turning tail before the other wolf could answer. She couldn't put the feeling into words, didn't really acknowledge it at all, but something about Osprey felt broken. Like she'd been through the wringer one too many times.