Great Bear Wilderness in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame

The elk begins to slow. Perhaps they had underestimated exactly how powerful a frantic four-hoofed beast was in the heat of a fight for survival, thought nevertheless, various puncture wounds left it draining by the second. It realeased a final, defeated groan before collapsing to its knees and keeling over on its side -- to which Scylla tore into. Pulling apart what she could and settling it between her bloodied paws, she devoured it as though she had been starving all along.

But when the hunger subsided and the adrenaline wore thin, the pain from her mangled toe resurfaced like a heat wave. "fuck." she let out, observing how it hung nearly detached from its place on the edge of her paw. The analytical portion of her brain weighed the options and consquences -- causing her to glance at the stranger. It would heal over in due time if removed for she was young enough to recover and learn to move without it. But self-amputation was not something she could bring herself to do.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about surgery or medicine, would you?" Scylla inquired to the male, unsure of what to expect.