Dawnlark Plains Rush

"No. You have assisted plenty." Zahir would engorge herself, eating until she very nearly felt sick. Reyson had left by now, and the pale woman left her meal, moving some feet away to clean the blood from her pelt. After, when she was clean once more, she would section the doe and bury it, to hide it from prying eyes and noses. After that, she set off to explore.