Iktome Plains wuskripa

it was not prey which appeared, but a vaguely wolven form. it stayed where it was, casting a shadow. as she drew closer, the sharp angles of its body became softer, and eventually rolled into mahogany tresses. 
the yellow eyes were kind. her own golden stare roved over his body. heda was still. "draw a picture. it will last longer."
he smelled of neither pack nor food. and she was empty inside. the iota stirred a single step and then stood still, dragon-hard and unwavering.