Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

Dark skies a backdrop for her journey, culmination at the end of a raven's road. Her teeth rip into old flesh, gulping hungrily the lifeblood that the taiga provides. The wolves here, thick in their scent and caribou blood only excite her further. 

Their kill made days ago is quick to disappear. 

She is licking her chops clean from dark blood when a movement near catches her eye. Had they found her now? Black head lowers to further stare at the wintry landscape, sitting, daring them to approach.