Heron Lake Plateau giving the best of what's left

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With a slightly annoyed grunt and a look over her shoulder, Tacita continued to pull the innards of the buck in front of her to reach the muscle just beneath the skin. Behind her, the obnoxious sounds of smacking and chewing warranted, a Quiet, from her, though in a voice so alien and strange that it almost shocked even herself. Her voice was thick and raspy, broken only by rolling against the dryness of her throat. 

Once she decided that she was finished, Tacita stood back and looked at the mutilated corpse (she hadn't been able to chew through most of it on account of her weak teeth), then over to the wolfess at her side. She gave a nod of her head, as if beckoning her over, as if to silently relinquish the prize.

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