Blacktail Deer Plateau ◊;

elk charm was a naive girl who comprehended on some level that men did not give gifts for free. but those in her life certainly had; a piece of meat, a jeweling, a fine hide. brothers, uncles, her father; elk charm had not been without her own spoiling.
but this man was not sharadoii. he did not even speak a language she understood.
the pronghorn hide was coveted. she wanted to keep it, knew she wanted it as she ran her paw along the pile of short fur.
she inched closer from the den, sinking her focus into the bones of the creature. each portion of the animal was edible or useful in some way, and to leave any of it made elk charm wail inside.
but what would she do with an entire pronghorn? she had no camp, no branches to dry, no time. she had no time! what about grey cloud? what if he was hurt?
a waste. she stood, staring soberly at the carcass, then glanced to the boulder man. "aren't you going to eat?" his kill. his pelt.