Permafrost Hollows maybe there is damnation

colt shook his head as she raced the last few feet, scattering the birds. but he did not scold her for this display, only moved slinkingly toward the shape in the distance.
an elk, half-rotted by now. he began to gorge himself, lifting his head from time to time to scout the land for approaching bodies. a death of this size would draw many.
"get over here, girl," he ordered at last, smeared in blackened blood from chin to chest. "eat up. might be your last chance fer a while."