Honeyed Pasture night of the hunter

The raven-cloaked woman holds back a blood-stained smile as she tears off a piece of bison flesh, pleased that the much larger male did not try to stop her from gorging on the carcass. Instead, her ears simply flick towards his direction and her tail sways easily behind her in acknowledgement. 
It was being referred to as 'dear' which caused the raven woman to lift her head from her meal and meet the wolf's devilish yellow gaze, enjoying the respect he was offering her, before she followed her line of sight towards the two fleeing coyotes in the distance. She looked back down to the carcass she had begun picking at, and then to the dead coyote bleeding out in the tall grass.
"And have ourselves a feast you mean?" She asked, leaning down to stretch into a play bow as she caught the playful glint in his eye. She licked the blood and sinew from her lips.
"You drag the body to the nearest treeline." She ordered, suddenly agreeing and taking charge of the situation all at once. "I'll chase after the other two." The large male could catch up to her once the first coyote was safely stashed out of sight of the ravens.
"Quickly now." She demanded, flashing her fangs to him as she licked hungrily at her muzzle, before she wasted now time in racing after the smaller canines.

Hera is being a bossy-boots. Obviously Donovan can choose to ignore her