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Sorry for the delay! We can wrap this up here.

"Agreed. The longer the meat is aged, it'll keep well. The Caverns are a favorite haunt of mine. Within them they will keep scavengers at bay, without the odor of fresh blood." All that would be left for the coyotes and ravens once the canids were done here, would be a meager bloodstain on the ground.

The foreign terms that she used, such as the name Siqiqniq, was a curiosity to her. "You will have to teach me some about your language, sometime. It is not one I have heard of before." That could be for another day. Nodding silently, Tzila hopped over back to her claimed side of the carcass. "I will get to work here." She gestured. "Once you sever a piece you can carry, I will stand guard and carry on." She suggested, un-willing to leave their hard won prize and work open to opportunists. It was a day to take advantage and provide for the pack. She would do just that, letting nothing go to waste.