Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

Sorry for the wait! Yes, we can fade it with Shoko's reply if everyone is cool with that.

She had seen something large moving in the distance, chasing the creatures on the opposite side of her wolves; but as soon as Satsu moved to call out for one of them, her voice hitched, and as she looked back the thing was gone.
Gone, but with a tremble left behind in her withers. Whatever that was, it had been larger than any wolf she had seen - and so her eyes traced the horizon as the wolves made their way back.
Turning only when the scent of blood poured with the wind, along with it the familiar scent of Akashingo carried by both the mazoi and fellahin; there, she saw Tamar carrying a prize.
Pride might have won out, in that moment, had Satsu not been so unnerved. She paced in place, looking over her shoulder and then back to the duo, having forgotten the man she had entrusted both her people to, as she was on alert. When Arsenio drew nearer she relaxed somewhat, and saw the meat carried between them.
Yes, there, the pride came — and she would lead them home before the flesh could spoil.