Snowforest Taiga nibinaboug jiske

makwa’tek. strong hunter. he does not know the meaning in full, but the tone is clear. he has earned something. her respect, perhaps. her trust, just enough to remain.
her tail lashes. a flick of fire behind her, that bloody grin cutting across her face like a mark of pride. she says come, and it is not a suggestion.
he follows.
he steps to the carcass, lowering his head, lips curling back as his teeth tear through hide and fat, breaching to the meat below. the warmth of it floods his tongue, thick and heavy. he bites deep, chews slow.