Redtail Rise red

Lean Carrion sprinted at the call. She did not answer to many summons, except when there was the promise of food. For this, she would always come.

Her gait was simply giddy at the thought of another pack hunt. It meant pounds of meat in her pinched belly (after it was properly prepared, of course) and she skittered towards the scene with images of rotten flesh mounds looming behind excited yellow eyes.

The scent of elk-blood filled her... then, the scent of fear.

Carrion stopped behind those who had gathered. Between their legs, she saw Avicus, downed in a pool of shining red ichor. At first, she thought it was from the prey, until the sharp tang of wolfsblood stung her deep. She saw the gaping wound, her eyes widening in surprise.

Mama? she squeaked, as sorrow tightened its hand around her throat. She began to tremble when the inaction of the others reached her understanding.

A single, horrid thought crossed her mind in that moment.

This was punishment.