Dawnlark Plains ranger

her interest in the meat, even corrupted, gave him some leeway to approach. he continue to circle—and he showed no interest in the carcass, still. there was nothing of value within it, not to kukuvrak. his curiosity had expanded to Her.

She was defensive of her meal; this was a good sign. the flash of teeth gave him a glimpse towards the quality of her fangs, her general health. she had a large figure and a boxy, heavy-set shape beneath the darkness of fur. as She glanced to the dirt where once he had dropped the segmented liver, kukuvrak was reminded of it.

he gave a glimpse to that spot too, and saw nothing. it had been a precious thing, and it had been taken by another scavenger. oh well. with his focus more upon the woman, kukuvrak continued to press his luck with Her periphery—maybe she would lash out, maybe not.

maybe he could find something else to do with her.