Dawnlark Plains woman king

Nothing came to a head; Tatkret returned to the meat, and the duo continued to eat. Her eyes never left the wolf in the distance as she continued to tear at the sweet, warm meat; the skin was pliable and soft, melting beneath her fangs like butter. This good of a meal was truly hard to come by as a lone wolf, and so she enjoyed what she could of it. She stopped only just before her stomach might ache and stepped aside, some stringy bits lingering upon her muzzle. Sangilak licked it off and awaited Tatkret to finish; then, they could move on to find a place to settle for the night. Certainly not here in the great wide open, where they would be vulnerable.