Great Bear Wilderness the taste of blood quickly fades

@Merrigan

There are things that must be said, though Zhenya is not quite sure how to say them. As her paws pad against the moist earth, her tail swaying behind her, she keeps her snout raised for any hint of another in her area. Perhaps a meal lingers nearby, though for once, she can say that her thirst is at least partially sated. Rather, Zhenya is in the mood for a game, whether with a compliant subject or not.