Blackfeather Woods The Dark King and Queen.

Meldresi laid across the pelt of the moose the pack had brought down, snuggling into its soft fur, half asleep as her mate entered her sick-room, only waking up at the smell of food. She paid no attention to her mate for once, not bothering to lean back into his body, her fangs tearing swiftly into the plump mustelid, with little of the grace or decorum she usually had when eating. Hormones, am I right?

She tore a strip of the raccoon's forelimb and gulped it down, her pink tongue swiping across her lips. "Oh, really?" She bent down and tore out another strip, repeating the same process. "Do tell."