Greatwater Lake burned but not buried this time

it did not take long for the body of the otter to be stripped apart. blood streaked the buff tones of her face, lined her gums and stained her teeth. the snow beneath her paws became a mess of fluids as everything melted, and a steam rose from the heart of the creature as she tore through it.

more would be necessary for someone of her size. zharille knew this; she knew she was always near-starving these days, and that she would need to rely on others, or on carrion, to make it through this winter. perhaps that was why she let the boy linger despite his presence wearing thin her naturally low patience.

perhaps also, this was why she only ate the head and heart, and gave the boy a brief flash of her eyes as she abandoned the rest.