King Elk Forest chomping right down

There isn’t a lot the other wolf does except babble around the kill, trying to charm her way into getting something else. She’d been unsuccessful most of the time and the lone wolves in this area were hard to come by, especially when she prefers spending time alone. Gauntly, bony—the famine had not been any kinder to her than anyone else—so the older woman’s flirtatious sway did little.

“But do you see a deer?” she asks, teeth still flashing, drool pooling out of her mouth. She snaps her teeth together, then uses her tongue to wipe the sides of her mouth. “Or an elephant?”

Ksenia inches closer, carefully putting one foot in front of the other. A tremor runs up her limbs she struggles to mask, but she manages to keep upright. It is then she offers only one more chance for the elder to give up the kill, “you’ll likely be dead tomorrow anyway, so just give it to someone who needs it.”