Bearclaw Valley deep in earth

there was that word again— nice, she mumbles through a mouthful of meat, then continues on. her appetite is only growing with time; who knows when (if) it might cease. she gobbles up the gopher, then rises a little unsteadily to her paws, belly distended. she waddles over to her sire and lays down quietly next to him, still cloaked in now-drying blood.

blood, Avicus remarks, and presses her snout to her sternum. it's a unique tang, unlike anything else in the world. it's heady and brings to mind good things. and it matches her russet fur nearly perfectly.

the girl lifts her chin and glances at Merrick, giving him an expression bordering on a smile. it's in her eyes more than in her lips. a feeling of contentment, of trust. she hadn't liked him at the start, but as the moons have progressed, she has found a kind of kinship with the one-eyed man. 

he's a hunter, and so is she. a killer. as is she.