Bearclaw Valley host

Her eye traced back to the mess of dissolved fat and meat, piled in the mud. Sanja moved towards the child and with a quick reach, plucked them by the nape of the neck and lifted; the child wasn't so small that she could steal her away with great ease, but they tugged until the child was closer.

The meat there on display.

Hungry? She asked in her mother-tongue. Sanja knew better than to speak to the natives of this place, as they did not know her words. A motherly instinct overruled her sense. She nosed at some of the digested pieces and pushed them with her nose towards the child.

Could the child eat? Sanja wasn't thinking.