Soup's On! [Redrum]

Marrow

This time she came prepared and ready. Her leucistic crow tended the fire as well as the stones set near it to warm. Marrow shifted her focus to the young bison, well what was left of it. It had died of some respiratory illness, its nose and lungs caked with mucus and she had swiftly eaten her fill. The carcass of the bison lay open, the steam from its entrails wafting into the air on this chilly autumn morning. Marrow could see the stomach, already bloating and burrowed her way into the remaining guts to get at it. Her fangs worked swiftly, tearing flesh as blood stained her pelt. She had to cut in several places to free the stomach from the corpse and when she finally did a rush of rumen and digested plant matter spilled onto the ground and splashed onto her paws. Meh, oh well.

Marrow dragged the four-chambered stomach over to the fire and shook the blood and gore from her coat. She looked almost as if she'd been strangely marked. A white wolf with a red head and neck. She licked her lips, pausing to admire the sight of sunlight glittering off the frost.