Wapun Meadow [BWP] love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you

     Aliana made no move; no advances, no retreat. She stayed over in her little patch of the flooded meadow, a decent distance from the two, and ate. Tearing chunks of waterlogged meat off of the Hare’s body, several bites later and it was turned into gristle and bones. 

     It was … okay.

     A freshly killed Hare would taste much, much better, but she won’t complain right now. Meat was meat; something filling her belly is better than nothing, and she wasn’t going to be picky. It wasn’t until she heard a growl that she lifted her head slightly. Aliana thought it was coming from the ebony she-wolf… but, no, it was coming from the pup. Both were watching her, carefully but it seemed like the female was approaching. 

     Aliana can only assume the pup was ‘throwing a fit’ over her presence, and felt entitled to the pickings that were scattered around the meadow. Pack Entitlement, she knew the feeling.  Food was being taken and eaten by some Stranger. She would feel the same way. Somewhat. 

      But Aliana pays the pup no mind. In fact, she goes ahead and snatches up another hare and a few woodchucks then goes back to the spot she settled on to eat her meals. 

     Was this meant to be a ‘brazen’ act to annoy the whelp further? Perhaps.

     A display a tiny bit of dominance in the situation? Maybe. 

     Aliana wasn't going to be downright aggressive. After all, there were more than enough carcasses to go around, but she definitely wasn't going to look like some pushover. She planned on eating her full — or at least full enough that she could go a day or two without hunger gnawing at her — then leave; just like that. Nothing more, nothing less. Whether the pup accepted this or not, wasn't her problem … but the she-wolf was. 

     Aliana glances at her, ❝ May I ... help you?❞ She spoke while calmly hovering over her pile of carcasses, a nonverbal gesture that said `These are mine`.