And Dingo Was His Name-O [Siduri]

Marrow

When she imagined a meal on the go it wasn't quite like this. Marrow bolted through the brush, the half-eaten carcass of a fawn flailing around in her jaws as she tried to find a way to both chew off chunks and hold it at the same time. She swallowed a large hunk of meat and in the process dropped the kill. "Shit!" She whirled around but by then the dingos she'd stolen the kill from had show up. "Heeyyyyy… was this yours? You sure?" They snarled at her, unable to understand what she was saying. One lunged for her and she ducked down and pushed forward, her shoulders slamming into the dog's chest as her fangs latched into its belly. It screeched as she pushed it aside. The others soon moved in.