Fox's Glade that’s just the waves slamming against the topsides’ sound

Her mouth opened to protest, but the woman's command brooked no opposition, and she was quite hungry. Timidly, Maegi extracted the rest of her body from the thicket and set upon the quail, taking a couple of slow bites before diving ravenously into the flesh. A small amount of blood dribbled from her mouth as her wound opened yet again, but quickly mingled with that of the bird's, so she cared not.

When she'd made quick work of the meal, Maegi stumbled back, sitting on her haunches and licking her chops. Even as a wild animal already, she was quite feral, being alone for so long, and only remembered her manners after a couple minutes of silence, catching her breath.

"Thanks," she mumbled to the stranger, wincing as her tongue laved the gash along her cheek. She lifted her gaze to the woman, head slightly tilted in inquisition. "Who are you? How did you hear about those wolves?" She had run far, but perhaps not far enough. If Skullchaser came for her. . .