Sheepeater Cliff The Hunger Games

She was so close she could have sunk her teeth into the larger of the bodies, but suddenly the corpses exploded with whirling activity, forcing the Kesuk to stumble back to avoid a mouthful of teeth catching her in the face. Confusion thrummed through her bloodstream, betrayed by the cautious way she spread her paws apart and how her ears were pricked as far forward as they could go, but it was a growl of warning laced with danger that she uttered. A badger, she suspected, hiding in wait, chewing the corpses from the inside out...

But, no, it wasn't a badger. When frightful alarum wore off, the Swiftcurrent Beta was able to realize what was happening. One of the corpses, it turned out, hadn't been totally dead after all. The smaller of the two, black-furred, blue eyed, and prickling like a porcupine. An adolescent. The persistent snarl that fell into the space between them was fierce and warranted caution, but not only that. It was full of fear, the most dangerous sort of aggression.

Seeing as her appetite had been foiled by the living status of one of the corpses, and knowing violence would ensue, Jinx settled back into a more neutral posture, indicating she wasn't going to do anything from this point onward. "What have we here," she crooned, tensing in case the wild juvenile flew off the handle at the words and came flying toward her. "Risen from the dead? The spirits must not like you very much, child, to put you back where they found you." She was, after all, erroneously believing that Vashti had been dead and suddenly came back to life. The smell emanating from her coat was definitely that of death.