Kintla Flatlands Starlink

Dwin's body twitched a bit, when Skeletor sprang in the air and caught the piece of skin, but kept her composure. She even mustered up a stern look and fur along her spine was bristled, while the gaze betrayed her. There was curiousity and wariness, not meanness. 

The creature now stared at her expectantly and she read the question clearly - would there be more food? She looked down at the bones and claws that had been her meager bounty and feeling hunger herself, did not feel like sharing anymore. Not for now anyway. 

"What are you?" she asked, trying to change the topic of the conversation, simultaneously drawing meal closer to her. "You have a pack? Did they kick you out or something?" because it occurred to her that this thing looked very unsuited to the conditions it had found itself in.