Bearclaw Valley So you were six feet underneath me

Another heavy sigh escaped her maw. Yeah, children weren't for her. The kid didn't even seemed phased with anything she said so why keep going. Perhaps, for the other, actions spoke louder than words. Her bi-colored eyes followed the little abomination as it sniffled and nibbled at her catch. She rose then, shifting so she was opposite of the kid at the other side of the carcass.

She nestled her own nose into the fawn's downy fur, teeth ripping up the flesh and tearing off a piece which she would use to perhaps play fetch with the other. With a graceful sweep of her head did she throw it over the kid. Go fetch. She said then, waiting to see what was more interesting to the girl; the carcass, or an already bite-sized piece of meat that took a little less effort.