Meadowlark Prairie I hope it's already too late

her temporary companion moves swiftly as the eagle comes for her, tearing at its body from the other side before taking its life with a snap of his jaws.

if she had been hungrier, or perhaps if he had not deferred to her, it was a true possibility that the giant woman would have made a dominance play for the meal.  here, she felt no need.  there was enough for the both of them.  she dropped the eagle.

first choice belongs to you. her voice is accented, rumbling. she circles around to the other side of both bodies of prey.  rabbit or bird?