Hushed Willows Have I been blessed?

Shikoba was not expecting such a large prey animal to come so close, or at least be in the close proximity to her. She lifted her head softly, blinking slowly and showing no interest in hunger. She was too weak to catch the moose, and knew very well that if one moose returned, then the herds were moving back.

"Shikoba not hungry" she said weakly, her head resting on her neck softly and in a relaxed manner. "Moose bring back other moose, herds come back soon." Shikoba wasn't a naturalist, but she had knowledge about famines and herds moving on. As long as they returned, she wouldn't have to hunt for big food just yet. "Moose stay away from this land, full of other wolves. Hungrier than Shikoba, want to kill and eat moose" she warned, hoping that this one would heed her advice. She didn't want this moose to die, it seemed a bit different from the others she killed.