Moonspear i miss those days

Wraen had returned to the place, where they had left the cougar's corpse few days earlier, and was relieved to see that the night-crawlers and scavengers had done a good job at cleaning almost all of it away. She had been a little at loss, what to do with the mangled body, because, while eating carnivores like fox or occasional coyote at times of a desperate need, was acceptable, she could not bring herself to touch the cat's flesh. Either because of the bad memories or the rancid stench. She just could not eat it or store it away without having that horrible taste in her mouth. 

There were tufts of fur and some bones scattered around, but everything else was gone. On her way back to her comfy den, she decided to make a detour and see, how Liffey was doing. Unlike Wraen, who had suffered minor injuries, she had got some really nasty ones, which she had laughed off at the time, but things could change for the worse once the adrenaline rush died down. 

Liffey she did not find, but Rannoch was there - sitting proud and tall in the morning sunshine. "Hey!" Wraen announced her arrival from afar and closed the distance between them quickly. "Good morning!"