Permafrost Hollows radioactive

With a hard twist to its throat, the doe fell limp to the ground and it was lunchtime. Cobra dug right in the tender flesh under the ribs, fully sticking her head in to pull out the rich organs that she knew would get her more nutrients faster for however longer her journey south would go on. The liver was her favorite part, for though it was a bit chewy, there was no tastier meat; the heart was more tender, but the taste didn't compare. She ate that next, though, for it was rich in nutrients as well, and after several good chunks of good ol' meat from the rump and other fleshy parts Cobra left the corpse for the carrions to feast and kept moving south. It didn't look like it would rain today, but she wanted to get a good distance before midnight.

But her path would soon reveal signs of occupation. Faint tendrils of scents reached her, alerting the snow dweller of a pack's claim. Was it possible that she was there already? She decided not to cross the borders knowing well that she was in no condition to fight. And all things considered, perhaps it would be smart to get to know the locals before fully submerging herself in the storms of Teekon. So she howled, loud and clear, to let the residents of the forest know she wanted no trouble, just a few words. Only the welcoming party seemed to have been expecting her.

Among the trees materialized a figure, dwarfed only by the trees around it. For a moment Cobra thought she might have to defend herself from a bear and her body shifted to a lower stance in preparation. But as the creature came across a furtive beam of moonlight it became clear that it was in fact a wolf.