The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

Solveig was a ravenous eater. She spared herself no cleanliness when she gorged, and knew which cuts of meat were her favourite. Raven circled overhead, and a turkey vulture seemed interested too- but knew to stay well back when the wolves were consuming the kill this rapidly.

Once she had eaten her fill- which took sometime, considering her appetite, she sat, and then rolled lightly onto her side against the remainders of one of the deer’s hind legs. ”The only thing better than a full belly is one that is more than full,” she admitted with a belly laugh. She reached out to swipe his shoulder amicably with her forepaw. 

”Tell me now, hunter, as it is time we talk. What is your name?”