Duskfire Glacier trash to the curb

Last one for me; thanks for the thread! ^_^

She wolfed down her food (pun intended), but quickly after doing so, she chucked it back up. Dune's concern grew, but she began to eat it again. He had a strong feeling that she would not make it through the winter. If she did, she would not get to spring without some major scars. He felt pity for her, but he knew that for his own sake he could not be the one to carry her through. He was, after all, a lone wolf, and two wolves did not make a pack. She would need to find her own way.

Once Dune had eaten as much of the meat as he could handle, he sat back on his haunches, flexing his jaw muscles. They, along with his gums, were sore from eating the frozen meat, but he knew it was better than continuing to eat snow. He felt warmer, stronger, and healthier in general. Dune turned to his acquaintance and gestured toward the rest of the carcass. "Yours," he said, with no further explanation and leaving no room for argument. "Take care."

With no fanfare, Dune began to head off in a general southwest direction, leaving the near-stranger to her food.