Wapun Meadow desperation

The girl had, more or less, dessicated the remains to a point that made him skeptical of their value. They smelled fresh (the way any chilled meat might) and as an opportunistic creature, Larus wasn't about to let it go to waste; but there wasn't much intact.

He got to wondering (when she did not involve herself in the food's defense, as a wolf might) what the purpose had been. Why had she assailed the rabbit in such a manner? He glanced at her quick, sharp, a bit put-off by her inability to keep still. He breathed sharply through his nose to clear it of the scent of blood and then took a languid stride across the bulk of the remains.

Without a word Larus began to scour the soil, and when he found whatever he was looking for, he began to clear the frozen surface and claw at the permafrost. It wasn't that he did not appreciate the meal—but he could at least bury it until it was absolutely needed.