Sun Mote Copse As if some magic, like a staff found a burning bush

Meerkat and Skipjack moved away, and the farther away they moved, the calmer Auburn became. She stopped growling, stopped eyeing them wildly, though she did not slow down in her eating. She ate for several minutes, until she had stripped so much meat from the deer haunch that she felt bloated, stomach distended. She kept having to swallow as saliva flooded her mouth, her body wanting to regurgitate everything she'd just eaten. She only kept swallowing and swallowing, and got up to stumble away from the meat, hoping the smell of something else would distract her.

She took several deep breaths, faced away from the food, as well as the two wolves who were eyeing her from some distance (or, really, Meerkat was eyeing her). She still trembled from weakness, but eating had given her a bit of strength back. She felt less like a dandelion puff about to be blown away by the slightest breeze. Her mind was clearer. She continued to breathe, her nausea slowly dissipating, stomach settling. She would be all right now, maybe.