Wapun Meadow the long forgotten one

She could not say what had driven her to it, though she knew she had been here countless times; perhaps she craved some absolution, not from any individual but from the world itself. There was a foolishness to the gesture, she knew. It came with no expectancy of repayment, no plans to return. She would never truly know whether it had gone to waste, if it counted at all towards what she sought.
Nonetheless, her paws had taken her to the edges of the meadow as the sun started to set, flitting nervously forward until she felt it too bold to go any further. Two dead foxes dangled from her jaws, tails clutched between her teeth. She dropped them unceremoniously, and howled briefly for @Siarut.
Thoughts of children and that faint, sweet milk scent buzzed through her mind. She hesitated, perhaps for a few beats too long, then turned; she hoped to be gone by the time the northerner arrived. Time to find shelter for the night was running out, and soon she would have more pressing issues than her own inherent iniquity.