Witch's Marsh Gypsy Caravan

She lays with her head between her paws, eyes squinted as she watches the woman disappear into the distance. She shifts occasionally, feeling her bones lock up from sitting still for too long. Within a few moments, she drifts off into a dreamless slumber.

The Chovahani snorts awake, the girl's voice reaching her. Her body slowly raising as she wordlessly examines the carcass, sniffing it first before taking a bite. The warm umami-taste pleases her, and she drags herself out of the den, chewing loudly as she gestures for the girl to enter the den.