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Haunt listened in astute silence as Jomyo introduced herself and offered several choice bits of advice about scavenging. The pup remained quiet and still as the adult approached the carcass and eventually applied her nose, then her teeth, to it. The flies' buzzing grew louder, causing the youngster's ears to sweep back a little distastefully. They pricked forward again as she carefully watched how Jomyo handled the rotting remains.

Padding closer herself, Haunt put her nose right up against the creature's decaying throat, her eyes watering as the scent burned in her nose. She didn't linger, sniffing down to the chest, toward the place where the forelimb joined the body. There was quite a bit of flesh here, all of it smelling rather rancid, though beneath the putrefaction, Haunt detected the more familiar and palatable odor of meat.

Several minutes later, she backpedaled away from the corpse, a hunk of stringy flesh clenched in her teeth. She dropped it to inspect it, figuring it was—what was the word Jomyo had used?—salvageable. But Haunt didn't want to take chances if it meant the possibility of herself or others consuming meat well past its expiration. She could only imagine what sort of havoc that might wreak on a wolf's insides.

"Is this worth caching?" Haunt queried, looking to Jomyo.