Otatso Wetlands And the dents on my car

He stood as the woman approached, stepping closer to the carcass as she did. The lazy confidence of his stride belied the hard look in his eyes. Persia met her gaze, unwavering, but made no move to defend his kill.

She was a bold one, wasn't she? Or maybe just stupid. Thin and wounded as she was, Persia couldn't imagine why she thought half a carcass would be worth a fight with a healthy wolf. He eyed her, trying to decide just by the look of her whether it was mettle or idiocy which guided her.