Meadowlark Prairie my face turned pale as deadly pale

Legs attacked their prey first after they had chased it to her, and after that it was the caretaker who took it down further. The pale child helped in her own way, avoiding getting hurt and dove at it as the caretaker took it down, to help in whatever way she could. Blood splashed and stained her snow white fur as the struggling animal went down and let out its dying breaths. The spirit licked her lips as the howl sounded. After waiting her turn, the pale child dug in eventually, as one of the last to eat (except for Squeaky, of course, to whom the pale child would bring some food after having eaten).

Even spirits got hungry, after all.