Ankyra Sound bird food II

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A strange, even disconcerting scene that Ory had witnessed from a distance. A small creature, barely old enough to stomach meat, was hurling itself onto the briny carcass of a drowned dog. Ivory had known hunger—deep, aching hunger—but never had she considered consuming another canid. Among her kind, taking the life of a fellow creature was already a terrible crime, cloaked in heavy taboo. To eat one…?
Granted, it was only a coyote—but still, a cousin all the same.

The mother had arrived just in time to stop her child. A slight woman draped in a silver coat. There was something different about her—her scent, her bearing… an undefinable quality that Ivory Beaver could not quite put into words.
Yet still, her need for connection had drawn her nearer. She walked with purpose, but without haste, head low, eyes sharp with a predator’s gaze. She was stalking no one, and yet moved like a woman of the Hunting Ground.

Is that your child? Ivory asked, curiosity piqued, her nose lifted to the wind, seeking identity. A young male? A young female? She couldn’t tell.
And the so-called mother—on closer inspection—wore features Ivory could only describe as feral. The marks of something not quite lupine.