Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

Sapphire; shrouded;
and then there were three, come to feast with the other gluttonous giants.

So much so that she could not, would not strive to charge them on her own.

The stricken perched the riddled chin upon pale paws, watching the incremental and insatiable chaos unveil in the miserly act before her. Perhaps it would be best — linger and loiter, 'til the coyotes came. Make swift work of them, as she had once so become known to, and grind what bone of moose was left into a meal. And if the vultures dare arrive before they, then she would pluck their plumage and devour them, too; nevermind how rotted within they may be.

It might be all that would serve those at her Weald well.

Shorn features went taut, however, as she took notice of the way those gathered set themselves upon the fallen quarry: quartering, it seems, in some manner. She had never come to know that there was such a way of storage — not even when she had been unstruck.

Still she waits, half-shadowed; previous fidgeting now melded to frugal patience. Waiting ... waiting ... waiting with ruined crown furrowed for any smidgen of opportunity
before she foolishly, feverishly created one for herself.