Shy Deer Steppes Heavens on fire

As dawn broke, a blaze of light rose from the horizon, slowly blotting out the stars from the strange blue sky. The steppe was once again a battleground of light and shadow, but the splendour was ignored. Akari had finally spotted it: the curves of a shillouette lined up on the plain.
The wolf accelerated towards the carcass, as did all the other scavengers nearby. The antelope seemed to be in a peaceful slumber as the other animals swarmed around it, eagerly burying their snouts in its entrails, tearing off skin and chunks of flesh, racing to fill their bellies.
It was noisy, it was messy, and yet Akari could feel her tail wagging. There was a warmth in this feast. A touch of happiness in the gluttonous growls. For a while, she held on to the illusion of being part of this nomadic pack.