Qeya River because we are animals,

The aureate merle was paused in her efforts by the display of camaraderie, unexpected but welcome all the same. The tapeesa paused long enough to bump a creamy temple against the taller she-wolf's cheek, both of them smudged with splatters of crimson -- a vivid streak of red staining the nightfall of Tzila's cheek  once the shepherd had pulled away. 

"That is good," Imaq agreed with the onyx huntress, nodding absently as her head tilted just so with consideration. "We could lay it out in the sun in front of the Caverns. Siqiqniq will dry it in his beams. No scavengers would come." And then, because the shaman's religion had confused so many in the past, she gestured momentarily to the beaming golden orb watching over them. "And the bones could be stored with the meat, I think." 

When silence lengthened between them once more, Imaq returned to the process of chewing the meat into large hunks, cracking the bones apart only when needed. Once they'd butchered this side of the ewe she would stop to face her shadowed partner again. "Should we go ahead and take turns moving these pieces back to Duskfire or do you want to cut the other side first?"