Bearclaw Valley in the wake of my name

there was a family of goats which scattered promptly as the wolf came for them, clattering up, down, and sideways out of reach, except for a startled kid which happened to lose its footing. that alone was a blessing, as kigipigak had not eaten in quite some time — so he set upon this fallen creature voraciously, lunging from the fernbed with teeth bared.

he was either oblivious to the stranger in the sun, or uncaring. his teeth set in to the kid's neck and with a quick throttling, dispatched it. before long he was cutting in to the gut, but he stopped — noticing a subtle movement among the shadows of the trees, at which point... he saw her.

apologies, i did not see you. he licked blood from his lips, taking a step back from the still-warm carcass, and ducked his head.