my name is death [M]

He untangled himself. All four paws back on the ground, he nudged her gently as she released a tired yawn. Mm. Perhaps it was best to end the night like this; in their victory and surrounded by trophies of their wild hunt. Who needed a den when there was all of this supreme carnage illuminated by moonlight?

She pulled at his ear and he pressed his body against her own. Yes. Sleep. He could think of nothing else he'd rather do in this moment than curl up beside his mate. He settled next to her and when the heat became too much to bear, he shifted to allow the air to sift between their blood caked forms. Nearness. This he was content with. Very much so.