Big Salmon Lake The wreckoning.

The stranger pointed to her chest, and Alivia looked down stupidly. For a split second, she expected the stranger to quickly zip her paw up and pop her in the nose. Stars, how many times had Nealy gotten her with that one when they were pups? 

Alivia finally noticed that she was wearing some pretty incriminating evidence of her last meal. Heh. She flattened her ears sheepishly, looking like a naughty kid who'd been caught eating out of the jam jar.  

"Oh, um.." She swallowed, took a breath, and recovered herself. 

"Yeah.. my last prey was a real bleeder," she explained with an air of (laughably false) bravado. 

It looked kind of like blood, right? She could totally pass it off as blood. Especially to a senile old lady.