She had known of hunger, but never with the insatiable drive to act beyond a sense of etiquette. There was always some manner of patience regardless of how strongly she hungered for flesh. It was unnerving to have another pace as she feasted, but she had heard tell of this behavior from hunters regarding their waiting subordinates. The rhythmic pace of ‘hurry’, never uttered but implied as they desired whatever scraps they could muster from the carcass once their superiors were finished. In this single instance to bear witness, she found the habit annoying but did not acknowledge it outright. Rather she kept her attention on the open chest instead, glancing up periodically to mind the steps of her companion. Until a bold and hungered flash of haunting gold caught her eye.
Ripping her muzzle from the carcass, she snapped at the invading maw, teeth unfurled and red as they shot out to take hold of the black muzzle by it bridge. Her throat rumbled in warning not unlike the brutish roar of her superior, but her intentions were far kinder than his would have been. Forcefully she drug his nose to the hollowed cavity of the chest then released him with a grunt, indicating sharply where he was allowed to eat since his patience would not render him still. She kept her eyes one him, wide and screening his posture. Her own physique was hunched as if preparing to butt him off if he so much as glanced at the belly of the kill. It was for neither of them, and so she intended to keep it that way. But so much as a nibble as bound to result in more violent consequences then a snatch to the muzzle. |