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She was not pleased with how the young coyo-female presented herself to the gathering, but she let the behavior slide this once when her companion took the reins to control the situation. While his attention was placed on the smaller female, her amber eyes were kept on the dark hide of their guest, attempting to lure him to where the true gathering took place. “Of course you may join us,” she smiled, pausing for a moment to extend her paw toward the piles of steaming flesh.
Trusting for him to make a meal for himself, she proceeded back to the lain carcass she had previously favored and resumed her careful excavation of its finer meats. While her appetite demanded that she tear the buck apart, she was delicate in her ministrations to keep the hide intact for future use. Practiced claws finely peeled the thick flesh away until the sharpened ends graced unobstructed muscle and moist tendon. Then with a less careful plunge, she dove into its belly, growling contently as she was graced with the warm, sweet liquid. Blindly she searched within its innards for the rough texture organ she desired and earned. Tender to the tongue, filled with the nutrients to sustain life; the most sought after prize for a successful huntress. With a sound snap of flesh she reared back with the moist organ clenched tightly between her teeth. She carried the dripping liver to the side of her fellow leader and placed it next to him. It was a silent acknowledgement of his place within the pack as its pillar of strength and stability. It was a gesture to ensure he prospered as well as a sign of upmost respect. But of course it was not without a playful gesture that she praised him, and took his ear in a light tug before returning to excavate more of the essential organs.
She had not forgotten the question of the young female, but chose not to answer when there was no certainty to offer. There were pups, yes… but would they join the feast? She did not know.
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