Permafrost Hollows maybe there is damnation

Her teeth found a ream of flesh and so she grabbed and pulled, wrenching one way then another, until she could get at the toughened remnants of tissue rooting the ribs in place. She gnawed bone, too.

All the while aware of being watched. It wasn't the first time nor the last, and no matter how unnerved she felt, food was more important.

Her body scythed one way then the other with the full force of her hips involved; and when she could pry nothing else from the rotted thing, she stepped back, covered in grease and black blood.