Wapun Meadow the start of something new

yes!

her packmate brought down the terrible, screaming creature.  she walked up to the other girl and licked her cheek thoughtfully before turning to one end of the turkey, biting through the feathers.

she had never liked feathers, but what lay underneath them was often good.  and such was true here, too.

she'd share the meal with the girl and once they were finished, drag the rest back to the whelping den and bury it there — with onyx's help, if she would be so kind.