Black Morass fear the reaper

Kelina flicked her tail, licking her jaws slightly as she glanced yet again at the gory wolf carcass. The man told her to eat her fill, and she did just that, stepping forward and leaning down to feast upon the body lying almost miserably on the ground. She grinned, eating silently. The taste was just as good as she remembered - oh how she had missed it. She would have to remember to eat wolves more often, like she once had. They were far better than other prey.

The dark raven, as she ate, made sure to stay focused so that she was ready to go once the man found something.