Meadowlark Prairie codeine scene

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She waited, scanning the horizon in the meantime, ears pricked and attuned to the sounds of nature, or rather, the lack of them; the whistle of the wind was all to accompany her in the vast white expanse, his figure had already dipped below a distant slope. She tasted the scents on the breeze in her solitude, looked to a crowd of ravens as they flew overhead. 

When he returned, he did so with a pronghorn slung lifelessly across himself, the load lifted as though it were weightless. 

Thank you. She said in the silence that followed the thud of pronghorn against snowy ground. Her eyes met with his, searching for intention as he hunkered down nearby, seeming to relinquish his kill entirely to her. She was not one to turn down a gift hard-fought for. At the flick of his tail, she leaned down and tore into it, graceful as one could be while tearing flesh from bone. 

She hadn't been starving, per say, but it had been a while since she'd eaten anything other than carrion or fish. The fresh, hot blood of this one was a delicacy that couldn't wait to be savoured. Synder resurfaced, bloodstained, her tongue quickly rectifying the scene. She slowed, her eyes finding his again as he lingered to the side, watching, a silent bastion that gave her a strange, bad feeling just as much as his simple presence comforted. You can have what's left.. I don't mean to take advantage. She gently prodded the carcass with an outstretched foreleg, and looked to him expectantly.