Dahozhoni Meadow Here where I once

Safiya watch3s the creature land at her feet. The gentle red of its innards staining her paws and the dirt. She breathed in the scent of fresh kill and what was Soto's own unique scent.
Gracias.

She bent her head to take a bite. Ears forward. Sea foam eye roaming around. The other closed tightly against red head.

She motioned. And thought hard.  ¿te gustaria?

She faltered on the words. They felt thick on her tongue and she could not form the whole sentence, but she got her point across she hoped.