Blacktail Deer Plateau ◊;

her brows darkened. elk charm stared wistfully down at the carcass. spending seven days to dry the meat was appealing to a girl who had been taught to do it, but — grey cloud. somewhere beyond, grey cloud was lost. maybe even hurt, suffering.
seven days was an indulgent amount of time when her brother might be in agony.
defeated, elk charm chose instead to dig a cache, pacing some feet away to excavate the earth, grunting with the strain. but she only needed a shallow pit to hide these things. 
her paw flexed against the pronghorn hide. perhaps she could come back for it.
riverblue eyes flickered from time to time at the man, though the sharadoii kept up silence as she worked.