Honeyed Pasture night of the hunter

She had not noticed that there had been another wolf stalking the coyotes, with the male being on the opposite side of the pasture, and whilst she waited he took the opportunity to strike.
Immediately her head rose and she shifted upright, moving to sit, her eyes wide in surprise as she watched him run in and take down one of the unfortunate canines. Swift and effective in his attack, he soon had the coyote throat between his jaws and killed it with a few violent thrashes of his muscular neck.
As the other two coyotes sprinted away, the raven-cloaked woman prowled in closer to greet the stranger, her own mouth growing slick with saliva and her deep orange eyes flashing with intrigue. 
"You made that look easy." She commented with a raised brow, a smirk pulling on one side of her charcoal lips as her eyes glanced his colossal figure. "Mind if we share the leftovers?" Her question lingured more as a statement, for before the male could reply, she had already moved in to tear at the half-eaten bison carcass.