Blacktail Deer Plateau pull me out of the wake [m]

They tore into the doe easily and within a few moments, Mordecai had forgotten about the fawn entirely. Chances were it would not survive long unattended with the plateau, so their choice of the doe was more than wise — someone else would benefit from the young ungulate wandering and bleating about for its lost matron. While he did not eat as quickly as his light-haired counterpart, the urge to feast well was one that he answered swiftly as soon as she had given the permission.

And there his focus remained, until the wet slap of intenstine met him squarely at the side of his head. Mordecai needed no second swing to snap after it, the motion far more vicious than he intended as he grasped ahold of it and pulled roughly. It was stringy and stretchy, the perfect play toy after a successful hunt. A low growl slipped out from within him as he backpedaled, now intrigued as to how far Saena would respond in their bloody play.