Dawnlark Plains ranger

he watched.

wolves could handle much; this would not make her sick, he thought. it was not much different from any other carrion. dedicated as it was to Sos, and decorated with such strange arrangements, yes—but he was not wise to poisons and would not have knowingly damaged the meat in such a way.

She did not stop staring at him. as she pulled apart the intestine and kukuvrak heard the satisfying hard snap as it came apart, he gave a grunt of appreciation; then, drawing closer and closer in the style of a curious shark, he tested her resolve.
would she run from him?
her prize gained, uncontested. did she fear him?

he rumbled a note to her, something from the pit of his belly, primal.