Morning had not greeted her as kindly as she was used to, for the rise was with a dizzying spell and a churn of the stomach, followed swiftly by a heave. She had not time for alarm, but a quick brush of meat and bile before her mate was disturbed by the stench. This was the third time it had occurred, and gradually she woman was favoring the conclusion that she had eaten something horrid. But never had she known for the sickness of the stomach to last beyond two heaves.
Nevertheless, when the deed was done, she sluggishly pulled herself from the den, not yet hearing the call of the Creek’s resident healer, but to relieve herself before her task of the days began. The arrangement between the healer and warden did not specify a time when she would need to deliver his bones, but none the less, she had been quick to gather them over the course of feeding. Though she kept a few for herself, in need of their marrow.
Amidst the call of nature was another quite familiar, stirring her from pause to action to heed the latter and swiftly. A smudge of white was quick to find among the verdant plains, and to him she dipped her muzzle in greeting- a small weary smile upon her muzzle. “Good day.” |