Haunted Wood it's a melody; a battle cry; a symphony

she glares, unrelenting, as the woman speaks. and then something falters in her gaze, shifts, as unknowingly the woman half-echoes something that cass had told them once, what seemed like aeons ago, now. caught somewhat off-guard, she stiffens, glare returning just as quickly as it slipped. "I won't wilt." she decrees, staring a moment longer before moving to tear open the coyote's side, any reservations about this choice of meal disappearing when faced with her hunger. 

it is scrawny, thin, and likely won't yield much, though the girl leaves room for the woman to join her if she would, possessive over her victory but not over the body itself.