Duck Lake trapdoor

Obviously picking up her silent cue, he came toward her at a steady clip, though there was something very leery about his demeanor. Haunt considered her own cautious approach to the mauled cougar and helpfully supplied, "It's dead."

Her eyes returned to the cat's carcass as the initial novelty began to wear off and practicalities occurred to her. It was a fresh kill and there was hundreds of pounds of flesh here, ripe for the taking. It was a little strange to consider eating a fellow carnivore but meat was meat, wasn't it?

She afforded her canine companion a dubious glance before nosing closer to the bloodied body. There was a deep gash in its haunch and she tentatively applied her teeth, tugging at the torn flesh. She ripped off a mouthful and chewed, eyes narrowing thoughtfully at the gamy flavor.

She only managed a few more mouthfuls before she decided she couldn't stomach any more. Haunt wasn't starving; she could afford to be a little choosy with what she ate. Wrinkling her nose, she turned away from the cat's carcass, leaving it to the other wolf and all the other scavengers that would surely come along.