Heron Lake Plateau Hindenburg

She grabbed at the bones and pulled the free of the cache. One after another - and another, and another. Some were too long and thoroughly buried to uproot, but she'd gotten a nice collection going around her, and piled them as neatly as her patience would allow. Some of them had bits of meat and tendon left on the, so she grabbed one of them and began to much on it; working at it with her molars or repositioning with her front paws, but not really making much progress. The marrow inside might have still been good but she wasn't strong enough to get at it.

Then someone noticed her cache-raid, and came slinking over. The stranger spoke but it was like Camilla wasn't present; some feral part of her just wanted to keep on eating, eating, eating, and was growing frustrated when the bones didn't split open for her. She looked up just as the other wolf introduced himself, the bone in her paws scored by her teeth but still unbroken. She released it, and it went tumbling towards him.

Help me break these, she commanded, which was a far-cry from the typical sheepish, awkward, subservient Camilla that everyone was familiar with.