The Turkey scrape doesnt last long in the hands of hungry young wolfess. Before she knew it, the meat was picked clean from the bones and all that was left was a handful of feathers on the ground and a few wet still clinging to her lips and fur.

Corona gives her proud head a shake that ends up coursing down her spine, sending a light plume of dust dislodged from her dark colored coat. Bright teal eyes glitter with excitement as the two toned woman looks about her, taking in the sights and sounds of those gathered in neutral play. Most, like herself, still gathered around the display of freshkill.. however here and there she caught sight of pups flitting back and forth with bone or feather or leaf in mouth, obviously apart of some game she had not heard about. Apart of her was immensely curious... but another part felt like she should act like the mature adult and continue to linger near the other adults.

Saros.

Immediately her mindset changed and her focus revolved around locating her brother. A devious smile slipped across her dark features as cream colored brows raise in devious play. Teal blue eyes do not take long to locate him. His gray and white form stands out white vividly against the greys oranges and browns of the autumn landscape. "Saros!" she barks her voice light and playful as she bounds energetically across the distance between them and reaches out to nip teasingly at his dark colored ears. "Why are you carrying around that old bone? Your not playing games with the PUPS are you?" she teases, her long tail wagging happily back and forth.