Meadowlark Prairie I hope it's already too late

he inspected the meat rather than eat it, she did not make habit of concerning herself with things that were no longer hers.  he goes on to explain that he would take it back to his mate, which made more sense.  she wondered about his nuclear family, if he would become a father this year.  if he already was.

he says he has never had eagle.  i do not like them, she admits, though she wouldn't have turned it down if it was all they had.  i have preference for land-game.  she licks her chops.

i am ingrid, she says.  i live nowhere.  another wolf might have said this like the loneliness pained them; to the older woman, it did not seem to matter.  and you?  bronco?