Heron Lake Plateau wuornos

As soon as she spotted Phox, her posture shifted; she went from being confident and pleased with herself to something much closer to the crescent-shaped submissive that he had found in the forest. The fox was still clutched between her teeth; the shift was so quick she didn't think about it, just assumed the position of a subservient woman — and with quick, slinking steps she dragged the carcass out for him to look at. She placed it against the earth before him and stepped back, casting small glances at it and at him, watching his motions, and waiting, as if expecting judgement.