Otatso Wetlands And the dents on my car

Hunger could drive a woman to do strange things.

Half-tail held as high as it could be, Calfuray moved to the carcass with all the confidence of a bull while her stare remained that of a vicious predator.

The stranger made no move, and Cal wasted no time ripping into what remained of the meal they now shared. She was hungry, desperate for something filling her stomach.

Momentarily she wondered if she should have asked Rala to feed her, but the one-eyed pariah knew all too well that she would not have been able to forgive herself had she taken advantage of the woman's charity.