Kintla Flatlands Yet I’m still running, still going

The woman approached, much larger than Gyr originally thought. She must have heard the scuffle of hunting.

She made a series of noises, and then came to take what was left to her. Stepping back aside to allow her to do so. She was glad that the meat could be put to good use, since Gyr did not need a whole, fattening ground hog.

She did not, speak. Nor did she in return, instead offering a nod as if to say your welcome. She turned around, to go back and pick up her pieces she put aside to take home. Quitely leaving the area. This wolf wasn’t likely a threat to borders and left her as such, to her own business.