caravan blues

lifting her head from licking at her chest wounds, she'd arch a brow. "you made the kill, Twig; you can take your pick" Morgan told her bluntly, but not unkindly. she appreciated the woman's efforts and the piebald was a fair person. she'd eat whatever was left from the corpse and be content with that. she had been living as a scavenger for so long she forgot what it was like to share with another being. she'd wait until Twig was full and then take... dunno... a meaty part of the food somewhere to store. leave some for the birds. that sorta thing. the longer they remained here, the more potential there was for other predators to catch wind though. she shifted her weight, looking away as the other no doubt dug in. Morgan would keep watch.

ooc;  2500 / 2500 words "speech"

HTML & Art by BIRD