This Thread Is Going To The Dogs

Mæva changed course and started exploring the lands farther out west while the weather was cooler than what she imagined it would be in the summer. This far out west the weather was a pleasant temperature with no sign of snow, so far at least, but it was early in the season. Mmm, something smelled good and it wasn't just the grass. She smelt mule deer and blood. Following her nose she tracked down the remains of a mule deer kill. It was partially eaten and now only a pair of vultures were left at the carcass.

Mæva bounded toward the vultures with a snarl sending them scattering quickly into the air. With a grin she set down to work at the meat that was still left on the young buck's back. She didn't get far though when she caught the sound of something else moving in the grass. She looked up and licked at the blood on her mouth. A set of four strange looking dogs were coming toward her. She'd never seen such creatures before! The had huge ears and short, beautifully splotched coats. Some sort of wild dog. They approached as she growled, low and threatening but inside she was quickly trying to plan her escape. Four against one was terrible odds.