Whitefish River every little thing you do

She waited for some time, often looking over her shoulder to find herself lost in his fur. Debating, whether or not to... 

Meylodi eventually parted from their den silently, the breeze through her pelt as she tracked down a couple of particularly plump hares. Once the dark she-wolf had finished catching them, the process of shuffling them back to him began. Swiftly enough, they were resting nearer to where he lay. 

The she-wolf did not hesitate to consume the one meant for her, but she left the one chosen for him alone. 

And as quick as it had started, she resumed her post at the entrance.

If ya won' hun' fer yerself, I'll just haveta doit.