Shadowwyn Moor another world

this looked lonely!

A girl, dark like Sun Eater, stalked the elderly caribou. Kenai remained distant as he trailed both wolf and prey, waiting for the other to make a move but she did not. Eggshell eyes flicked curiously from the staggering creature to the shadow as he recalled the man's wisdom. A weak caribou was a dead caribou; even without a hunter's input the beast would eventually succumb to the elements. 

"Why not put him out of his misery?" his voice was soft and thoughtful, accompanied by a chuff as he approached the kneeling girl. Fur tousled in the wind, his focus remained fixed on the caribou; its spirit was strong yet Kenai knew it suffered.