caravan blues

as Twig sorted her own share out, Morgan was quiet until the woman spoke once more. ears piquing, a shit-eating-grin displayed on her face as the woman was reasonable. yeah, it was a team effort but she had been too occupied with the mountain lion to do much of anything else. "safe travels" was all the piebald said as Twig departed. she would have offered to go and help haul the food back but it looked like the other could handle it just fine. she'd turn back to the deer carcass before settling in and eating her own share. when she was done, she left the rest for the birds circling overhead before leaving the area.

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