Blackfoot Forest It ain't that easy

sorry for the wait!

She may not have spoken the language of tongues but the girl knew hunger. 

It was only providence that she'd earlier happened upon a bear's kill. The mongrel would never know what had drawn the black bear away - she'd not stuck around to find out - but the scavenger had profited off its efforts regardless. The limb of a stag hung in her jaws, long and cumbersome, nearly enough to topple the wisp. 

Only fate that he passed her by, nestled safely amongst the thorns with her prize, a dark reaper: skeletal and ragged, emeralds deadened to the world as he staggered through the forest. 

Siki watched him pass for a moment, undetected, in blatant shock (though he couldn't see her) that soon melted into silent compassion. The mute took the mule deer's foreleg in her maw once more, pattering after the male on hunkered, hopping steps. 

Her ears pinned as a whispered whine, muffled by her offering, escaped around the food. She was quick to drop the leg as he turned, stepping back instinctively - as if expecting him to ravage the meal as her brothers might have.