Kintla Flatlands with my boombox over my shoulder

Her brow quirks, surprised at the woman's shock at being allowed her turn at the carcass. It wasn't her kill, anyways, and she can hardly take the whole thing. And while the winter may see her become more territorial, she's still generous now. "Dawn."  She offers in turn, adding after a moment, "Dawn Morningside." She silent a beat more, gnawing thoughtfully on the severed haunch between her forepaws, another haunch and slabs of flesh by her side. She'll figure out how to get them all home later. "are you braving the winter alone?" She asked, half-curious if the woman could be a possible recruit, or just another wandering loner.