Kintla Flatlands with my boombox over my shoulder

Her hackles prickle as movement catches her eye, and her tail curls over her back as her gaze alights on a woman. She approached slowly, and Dawn's eyes dart to her tail; realizing quickly that she can't possibly be the trespasser. She doesn't quite relax, though, the knowledge of the threat the flatlands now hold has her on guard. This woman, however, seems to be a loner; a hungry one by the way she looks to the carcass. Inspecting it briefly, Dawn cants her head in the slightest, inviting the woman closer. There is enough for the pack, after all, though the ravens may be disappointed. Her gaze falls on the woman, questioning, waiting to see if she will accept the offer to share, and if she will speak.