Firestone Hot Springs Plenty of Fish In The Sea

Filthy, bloodied and more than a little sore, she ignored the burning of her protesting muscles. She stood, poised while looking the fellow wolf over. He was a giant...dressed in hues not too far off from those of her own coat. His searing red eyes were a contrast against his face, to which silver latched. 

The shadow keeper showed not so much as a flinch when his head lifted, chunks of bloodied gore dripping from his jowls. Her stomach wouldn't turn that easy. She had indulged in rotting flesh before...and if it came down to it, she'd do it again. You would think she had learned her lesson the first time. Flexing her pelvis, she lowered her rump to the uneven ground to sit. A single dark brow arched up. "Interesting choice..." She drawled in her low, smooth voice. "Disappointed? No...though my hunger is for something....else..." Her face darkened at the thought of the bear. She'd make it pay. She made a contemplative rumbling noise in her throat, as if not entirely convinced by his promise that the water was untainted. Hadn't he dragged the carcass out of the very pool by which he rested? Silently, she dipped her forepaws into the spring of her own choosing, mercury gaze still fixated on him. "Tell me...what do we taste like?" She asked with an intent dip of her chin.