Blacktail Deer Plateau desire in violent overture

This is meant for you. Osprey didn't understand it at first, she furrowed her brow and eyed the marmot distrustfully. The smell of fresh blood was tickling her nostrils and she felt, how saliva filled her mouth and, how very hungry she suddenly felt. She held back though, sitting down and clenching her jaw. Her gaze rested on the kill briefly and then traveled to Lasher's face, scrutinizing it, seeking any signs of hate and disapproval, yet finding none. This confused her a little, but wasn't enough to let her guard down. She was prepared for the worst. It was a matter of time, before the blow came. And she wanted to be ready, have all four feet on the ground.

"Is there anything to discuss?" she finally asked, when the silence between them had got uncomfortably long. "I messed up, I am going to pay for that." As simple as that. There was no way of this ending well. This was not a story with a happy ending.