Bearclaw Valley So you were six feet underneath me

If Koume wanted to play smart guy and do so by impressing Nuna with words, then he had chosen the wrong kid. She flicked an ear, when the lass finished her sentence in that upgoing tune, which indicated a question, but otherwise the pup's whole attention was drawn to the carcass. She picked up the scent of blood and traced it all the way, where the salty, red liquid had seeped into the fur. She lapped it up and then sank her little teeth in the flesh and gave a hefty tug. Nuna was not particularly hungry at that point, but the instinct as old as world itself told her that no food should be left to waste.