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@Astraeus

she'd been lucky. 

the carrion was a choice find -- deserted by a larger predator earlier in the day, not yet spoiled. the scent lingered but it was stale enough that the sighthound did not fear its return. 

the sight of her limping to the creature was enough to dispell the majority of vultures and kites that had claimed their share -- her fangs enough to frighten away the rest.

alkmini had eaten worse and would likely eat worse again. 

there was not a hint of disgust, only a satisfied rumble as she stripped stringy meat from the carcass. winter had been hard and any means of conserving energy was a win the she-dog's book.

the smell of sour-stale meat put a dour on his mood.

the man was inspecting a stricken tree, its charred remains repelled any green life in its radial area, an isolated dull reality amid a growing forest.

it had once lit, shuddered with electric power, a reminder of the divine above—

he turned away once he couldn't find the right word to complete his thoughts, thinking he would pass his time inspecting the natural activity of the area when he could.

an half an hour of wandering or so later, he come across a cross between something feral and domesticated, entirely mongrel, with the shedding curves that told of a womb who was missing a hummingbird heartbeat.

she was albescent and content and unassuming; she reminded him of his all-time lows, flocking with carrion-scavengers alike; so he decided not to startle this one, and chuffed lightly a distance a way.