Duskfire Glacier trash to the curb

Foxglove was neither blind, nor deaf - the moment she heard the telltale sound of crows quarreling and fighting over a fallen body, she realized, where the white wolf was taking her and why. It puzzled her though that he was so civil to her and what were the reasons behind that. In her not too long life she had not met any selfless person. There was always a motive and maybe in time she would find out his. 

But right now she put the doubts aside, attacking the tossed piece of meat ravenously and bringing it further away from the other one. The food, frozen solid, didn't taste like anything and it was difficult to pick it away one piece after the other, but she cared little. For all Foxglove knew now - she was not going to leave this corpse, until there was nothing but bare bones left here.