Hushed Willows cause he can't compete with a man like me

she circles back to the carcass. take what you can carry. the rest we finish.

she tears a chunk of meat from the doe’s flank and chews slowly, her gaze narrowing as she scans the distant tree line.

we move after. too much blood—brings scavengers.

as she chews, a grin comes. a grin full of bloodied and chipped teeth. sivaak need new hide.