Fox's Glade just like the white-winged dove

Marilee had caught wind of the very same rotting carcass and had come to inspect. But, it seemed she was late to the party. She watched as the stranger carefully went up to the deer and began eating. She took a few steps forward, only to reveal herself, and then sat back on her haunches. 

She did not lock gazes with the stranger as she wanted to ensure the other understood that she was not here to fight. Instead, her gaze was aloof and glanced around the area as she simply waited for the other to be finished.