Neverwinter Forest painted the hunger onto my skin

She smiled as he accepted his offer. Even he was not too prideful to let that offer slide. Drogon ripped a leg from the deer and bade her farewell before dashing into the forest, meat in tow. Murmuring goodbye in turn, Miyako stepped up to the deer again.

She had become hungry once more, and she dove into its vast gut--the old buck had eaten well in his long life--chowing down as much as she could before she felt her stomach bloat again. Licking her chops, Miyako managed to tug the deer over onto its other side, then, shaking a little with effort, selected the other hindquarter for her bounty.

With it firmly stashed in her jaws, the dark female trotted once more into the forest, in a slightly different direction than Drogon had gone. She needed the best possible place to stash this from other wolves and predators. This would help her not starve this winter, especially if she didn't run into that big young wolf again.