Shy Deer Steppes Heavens on fire

oh man, seeing "necrophages" in your post makes me miss playing the witcher 3!

The more aggravation Long Rain felt, the wilder this bunch of scavengers seemed to become. More and more of the body’s available real estate was taken up by these skittering guttersnipes, and still more seemed to descend upon them. As much as she could bully one, there was another to immediately take its place. Soon, she was defending her own plate at the carcass more than she was actually eating.

There was a sudden snarl that startled all who perceived it. Long Rain could barely react fast enough as the other wolf came hurtling over the antelope, stomping on the coyote nearest to her, who fled with a sharp cry. The others dodged invisible enemies, frightened for their hides but too hungry to move out of reach.

Recovering from the flinch, Long Rain obeyed the she-wolf’s command on pure instinct, turning swiftly to run through what felt to be a corridor among the mass of skinny dogs. (And though it certainly wasn’t that many on scene, her spongy brain would remember it that way years from now, fostering a deep-seated hostility towards these mangy wolf-cousins.)

Only once she had passed the infringing vultures did Long Rain stop to look back. Her thundering heart slowed fractionally as she took in the gory backdrop: a bloody trough surrounded by skeletal pigs. There was an air of loss around the chaos, an irritation that she had not gotten her fill. She turned to the stranger nearby and extended her muzzle towards her in a symbolic handshake.

I trust you.

Long Rain looked elsewhere, searching for a headway before settling mismatched eyes on the she-wolf again. You know place where they not follow? She jutted her muzzle contemptuously in the direction of the coyotes. Then, regardless of her response, what I call you?