Big Salmon Lake ruin my moonlight

She was still there. With a snort, he continued toward her, stopped, then dropped the mess of blood and feathers at her feet. 

Eat. His eyes seemed to say, devoid of any particular emotion other than tiredness. He assumed Dehlilah felt the same. Tired, cold, hungry and wet. That's all he saw, and didn't care to look for anything else.

He wandered a few paces away and flopped to his belly, then rolled to his side.