Meadowlark Prairie but it's sinking

It was quite macabre, but charming, in a way. She accepted his nuzzle, the scent of blood penetrating her nostrils. She almost wanted to draw back, thinking of the way her mouth had broken open again--and again--and again--but cuddled closer for Mou's sake, ignoring the memories that surfaced. The smell of fresh kill was preferable, and she focused on that, saliva pooling in her closed jaws.

Finally, Maegi pulled away--she might drool on him if she focused any harder on the rabbit. You have to teach me how to do that, she repeated, more emphatically this time. I'm gonna starve if you ever leave me, you know. A playful statement, but there was a bitter truth behind the words. Was she capable of surviving on her own, with no handouts?

She had serious doubts.