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With a bloodied muzzle and a successful kill under her belt, Mojave deferred to the other when they stepped over the prey. She had no desire to squabble over it; there was far too much for just one of them to eat. Her turn would come, she decided, watching lazily with feign disinterest as the darker female dug in.

This was a brief disinterest on her part though, as the other made way for her. Sharing. Mojave hesitated for a few seconds, trying to ascertain if there was more to the offer. But the hunger gnawed at her and ultimately won; she darted in to almost greedily pull out a length of intestine for herself. Waste not, want not, right?