Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

Her eyes sparkled as his body hit the doe's body with a resounding hollow thud. He was impressive. His skills with his fangs made her widened her eyes in curiousity yet again. How long had he been alone? He did not act like he was from a pack.

Her nostrils widened, the smell of the blood and fresh meat making her stomach clench in protest that it had not yet tasted the meal. The blood spilled on the snow, painting it bright red, the hotness of it sending steam into the air, making her mouth water.

She sat down as he stepped back, his actions making questions fly through his mind. Who was this wolf who stood back from a fresh carcass to let a stranger eat? Much less a female? Tilting her head, her tail wagged slowly even as her ears turned to listen to the almost beautiful voice. She opened her mouth to protest, knowing he was as hungry as she was. But pain shot through her belly, and she held back a gasp as she tensed her muscles, waiting for the pain to pass. She didn't have to wait for long.

Smiling at him thankfully, she tore into the stomach, closing her eyes as the sweet liquid ran down her throat, the meat feeling amazing as her lips rolled back and her teeth ripped yet another chunk out. She wagged her tail subconsciously as her belly began to fill. Slowing down, she realized that she hadn't even said thank you. Almost reluctantly, she stepped back and licked her lips, blood still dripping from her jaws. 

Her alto voice was genuine as she wagged her tail, dipping her head. "Thank you, Dakarai. I'm sorry it took so long. You must be starving. Please, eat." She stepped back and sat down, smiling. Why he had let her eat first still confused her. Lone wolves, if that is what he was, usually tried to chase her off. Her eyes were full of curiousity and a touch of wariness as she watched him. Did he want anything from her?