Shy Deer Steppes Heavens on fire

Long Rain was not yet salient enough to completely intimidate the rowdy bunch of yappers around the carcass. This was disappointing to learn, but her absolute hunger staved any further attempts to dominate those around her. The meat shredded beneath her large, still-new adult teeth and slid in mouthfuls down an eager gullet.

Her voraciousness was urged by the she-wolf on the other side of the dinner table. They wordlessly locked eyes, sharing a brief connection of telegraphed thought in a moment of pure synchrony. In her innocence, Long Rain perceived this as a sort of kinship shared between them, whether or not that’s what it truly was.

The girl ate as quickly as she could swallow, gaze darting towards the vultures hopping in and out of her peripheral; she snarled when a coyote drifted too close to her section, distracting her long enough for another coyote to take position on her other side, tearing at the antelope’s face. Long Rain was starting to feel claustrophobic, reflected in a wild flashing of the whites of her eyes.