Morningside Cuesta enter, pursued by a memory

it was shameful to be ordered, to feel herself slinking toward the carcass as if she were no more than a fox or coyote. her jaws closed around the open shoulder; her teeth tugged wider the wound, and she set her jaws there to feed.
with perilous control heda kept herself from gorging on the animal. there was enough here to feed them all for several days, perhaps a week or longer if the bones and antlers kept. she filled her belly until nausea threatened; she set her focus on butchering the rest, setting aside choice organs and soft meat for her daughters.
the white fur was crimson petaled. her golden eyes slanted toward persia. "thank you. please, take as much as you want. it's yours too."