Emberwood Glass Table Girls

She was drawn to something not wholly fresh, but not old enough to have its meat picked away by scavengers. In fact, the carcass remained largely intact, although it no longer steamed with the heat of the life it once held. Valkyrie felt no remorse for the creature. Instead, her stomach lurched with a familiar pang of hunger. She pressed forward, only to see the meat be sniped by a wolf who had approached from down wind, just enough so that Valkyrie was, for a moment, caught off guard. Stiffening, the obsidian cloaked beast froze, hackles threatening to rise.

It would be foolish to walk in, rigid and bristled, upset over something she had not even killed. Releasing a deep breath, she stepped forward lightly, chuffing softly so as not to catch the stranger fully unaware. Ears swiveling, she stopped a mere few paces away, gaze shifting from the wolf, to the meat, to their surroundings. With a flick of the tip of her cotton white tail, she let loose her silver tongue. "If you have no pack to return this carcass to, perhaps you would consider sharing it with a traveler."