Dawnlark Plains XV

diesel followed, licking away her drool, this time brought about by the scent of a scrumptious, open wound on the chuck of a hairy cow.

she hadn't had beef in a while.

her instincts were tailored for a fight, not a hunt, and so she let the wolf make the first move. if luck was on her side, big guy'd attract the largest one's attention, while she moved around to the wounded. 

hazel eyes were locked on the open wound, abuzz with flies and puss.

she knew a bite there would hurt like hell.

depending on how things go, would start rolling with my next post~