Phoenix Maplewood this feelings just begun [m]

It was not long before they came upon the scene of felled carrion. Augur advanced upon the prey, and Sunday lingered near his hip for a moment, observant. Were no other predators interested in this fare? Where Augur had gone to investigate, so too did Sunday. The blood was cold, but the flesh far from frigid. Perhaps in the last hour or so this may have occurred, then, that no other predators except for themselves had discovered this.

Sunday Morning knew these opportunities came few and far between. As a wolf who had run alone for several months, the eating had not been this fortuitous in all of that time. It was a happy accident (except for the one that had been a victim of this circumstance), and as Sunday arrived at the side of the animal she noted the raven that had landed upon the earth, then brought itself atop the spot she intended to feast upon in something of a challenge.

Ravens were like this sometimes. It was all a part of their game. Sunday appreciated the animals for the fact that they always knew where to find a meal, and had lead her to many. This ones eyes were almost familiar, but she did not think it had come with her all the way from the Far North. Sunday moved to eat as well, causing the bird to bounce backward with a flutter of its wings. But for its troubles, Sunday tore apart some of the gristle for it to peck at when it desired. It was a part of their lifelong trade. Sunday would never forget her gratitude.

As she ate, after a time, she rumbled a contented note to Augur. She peered to him and noted his bloodied lips, and imagined him in  the midst of a hunt himself, and all at once she was thinking of food no more. Her tail moved in slow arcs, him close enough to feel it likely, and she whined playfully as she retreated backward. Her need of him was great, suddenly, and her whistle-note of invitation before she moved to lead the way somewhere close to the food she intended to keep with him (for as long as her heat would last) would let him know as much. Her gaze was for him, and him alone, as she awaited him to join her once more (at least, this day) in the Maplewoods.

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