Bearclaw Valley So you were six feet underneath me

The meat was gone, Nuna licked her chops, then cleaned her paws and cast a glance over at the dark wolf, who was devouring the rest of the corpse. There was an inkling for her to go and steal some more, but it was over-powered by the heavy feeling in her belly and the sleepiness that crept up on her. Therefore with a yawn and without giving much more thought about the hunter, who needed help, she got to her feet and trotted back to the den. A power-nap or maybe two of them would be just perfect.

Last from me here - thank you!