Shadewood all at once

The flurry of crows in the dark sky had drawn the girl; the shifting mass of black that usually meant food. The need for food was constant, now, so much it nearly consumed her. Anatha covered more miles in a day than she ever had before, roving the Hinterlands in search of anything she could call a meal. She wasted no time in approaching, though she knew well that if the crows had scattered, some larger predator had shaken them from their meal. 

Decay found it's way to her first, the ripe scent of it. She didn't care about the state of food anymore; for it was food. There was another, ripping and tearing, and she paused, dropping to her haunches as soon as she came into sight. She could wait; no wolf could eat an entire carcass, surely. Had not the pull of food tethered her here, she would have been long gone; but desperation had her brave near anything.