Heron Lake Plateau giving the best of what's left

Tacita grinned a one-sided smirk and nodded her head in agreeance; food was hard to come by, especially for a loner who had little hunting ability. There were days where she survived on scraps and days where she thought she wouldn't survive at all, but she figured the smudge knew those feelings just as well. She grunted, as if to tell the other, You're welcome, then lifted herself and walked back over to the hind quarters of the buck to begin pulling it away. Tacita hoped she would be able to find somewhere obscure enough to create a tiny hiding spot, though she knew the chances weren't in her favor.

She looked up from where she stood and tried to meet the emerald gaze of her dining companion; if she wished to help move the carcass, then Tacita saw no issue with keeping her from coming back to the meal for however many days it lasted. If not, then the conversation would have been over.