January 28, 2019
The carcase was small, an immature specimen at best and unusually alone. She carved out some meat to pickle with spices; when dried it was palatable. Time and scavengers would take care of the rest, leaving a hollowed-out shell that would be picked up and rattle across the ground in a light breeze. She had come across the like in other places and avoided more surprise attacks, learning to habitually check peripherals and scan beneath overhangs and the undergrowth. An aggressive predatory species, they were easier to dispatch if not forewarned and when they were not out hunting in packs.