Lost Creek Hollow Food for me and my baby

When Merrick settled to inspecting one end of the leg, Nunataq lied down, dragged herself closer and did the same with the other end. There was some dried up skin and rotten fat still there that smelled just as good to her as would strawberries to a human nose (unless they hate the scent for whatever reason). She placed one paw on the leg to hold it still to do a more thorough analysis, even going so far as nibbling at some bits to devour more of the scent and finally looking up to see, if her brother had found something just as noteworthy about the object on the floor.