Lake Rodney My Royces' Rolled

The second the deer began to float with the water limply she let go and struggled to catch her breath, still having not fully recovered from her illness. She began to head to shore warily keeping an eye on the she wolf in case she had any funny ideas and moving toward her kill ignoring the question for the moment as she focused on something else. She sniffed at the body and tore it open, quickly eating a few mouthfuls and then looked to the she wolf "We will see. Are you willing to be sick?" she asked motioning to the carcass floating idly. She wasn't sure if the woman had noticed the sickness or not but she felt it good to warn her either way.