Heron Lake Plateau wuornos

He didn't want it? The way he deferred to her, gave her the fox as a meal instead, told her that much. Being denied this chance to show her appreciation for him made her head spin, and her heart felt like it dropped in to the pit of her belly. With one thin limb she pulled the dead fox back, closer to herself, but she didn't do anything else to it. Maybe she'd skin it later, offer him the pelt for his den (if he had one), and stash the meat... 

But, then, the longer she sat there with him watching the less and less Camilla thought that was appropriate. He seemed to be waiting for her to do something - eat, maybe. So, in an effort to appease him and to avoid any potential backlash (because she feared he might be just like the other men she'd known), she dipped her snout towards the dead fox and began to tear it in to smaller pieces.

A few bits she nibbled at, and the blood seeped out from the fresh kill to coat the earth, but she didn't eat too much. The rest could be stashed. Camilla did keep glancing at Phox as if to gauge how much eating she needed to do before he relaxed.