Otter Creek Creatures lie here

Istoira nodded neutrally to the other female as she made for the treeline. "Anytime." 

"Of course," she murmured to Moonshadow, it would be best if the shadow's leader knew a dangerous male lurked nearby. She would head for the borders herself soon and attempt to join Blackfeather's ranks. 

"The bird is for you," she would inform as she too turned to leave, gesturing to the abandoned turkey with a jerk of her dark crown. The meat was fatty, rich in nutrients; the feathers could be used for the mother's whelping nest. 

Istoira trotted away, in the opposite direction, leaving the duo and food behind alike.