Sleeping Dragon identity

She stepped back from the kill as he went for it.

Of course she expected that they would dispose of the body, or maybe return to whatever the coyote had been guarding; that had been the point of killing it, right? But it was Colt who took the first true bite of it.

He stripped meat from its haunch and Indra felt immediately sick to her stomach.

She moved to shake out her shoulders and stretch her stiffening limbs, as both a way to relieve the stress of the fight from her body, as to remind herself where her physical limits existed. It was hard to return to herself after such a detatched moment; perhaps not all of her was returned in the end, for she looked upon the creature's cooling body with its exposed meat, and felt a terrible hunger.

Her eyes lit upon Colt a moment as if for approval, but soon Indra was picking at the creature too.