She could only watch as the dark male took his leave. Her offering went ignored as did the carcass itself in favor of an unsatisfied retreat from their kill. Confusion knocked brows as she dared to let herself relax, her eyes on his tail end until it was completely gone from sight. She did not understand how pride could have kept one from eating, having never let it consume her, herself. It was… just strange. She would not have driven him off, but such scenarios were for the mind to entertain.
Reluctantly, she turned from the edge and looked again to the fallen billy. With muzzle raised she sent a call to her brethren of the Vale to come and feast, or at least assist her in returning the bounty home. But not before severing a leg from the prey, and leaving it nearest the edge should Haunter return to the scene.
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