Blackfeather Woods Hand over your riches

Skalda watched with scrutiny as Makatza seemed to reconsider her approach.

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The crimson herald considered this, and eventually sheathed her fangs, moving aside slightly so the youth could also eat. 
"Leave the heart. I have a purpose for it." She rumbled, before delving into the corpse again. 
She considered imparting some personal wisdom upon the girl, but would wait until Makatza was eating also, to say anything.