Wild Berry Meadow sloe-eyed demon

the young man struck, and lasher watched with approval as he satisfied his hunger with the rapidly cooling body of the hapless rabbit-buck. rocking back upon his haunches, taltos wrapped his tail about his paws and licked the blood from the edges of his mouth, gazing about them with a serene expression that belied the torn body lying at his paws. "i come here to hunt often. it is a lovely place."

glancing at the sky, the beta returned his attentions to pantaleimon. perhaps the freshening quickness of blood within the other's body would stave away some of the regret and trepidation he so felt. crimson clung charmingly to the other's fur -- had lasher been more bold, he would have pointed it out upon the generosity of his own offer to cleanse it away.