Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

He ate practically everything in there, leaving the less desirable parts like the stomach, then moved on to sheering the meat from its bones. It felt good to finally have something inside. He'd almost forgotten what his stomach was supposed to feel like. Not empty, not constantly reminding him to eat. By the time he was finished, all that was left was the destroyed carcass, some bones, and the silky pelt. The head, too, as he wasn't interested in that. 

He sat, wondering if she'd finished hers yet. 

"Told ya they were good. Small, but the meat sits with ya."