Bramblepoint bury my body down by the highwayside

somehow, the landscape around her has come to be painted almost entirely in greyscale. snow falls lightly still, and fog settles in the low places, entangling itself betwixt trunks and rockfalls. it is here that the wraith crouches near to the side of a deer carcass she'd found and fought for a day prior. scavengers have made fast wor of much of it, though with effort, there is still a meal to be had between the ribs and spine, albeit an unsustaining one. 

straightening, pushing a forelimb against the rib cage for leverage, she tugs at a tendon frozen to one of the delicately curved ribs. a crack, snap, and she settles on her haunches again to worry at her latest prize.