Fox's Glade lush life

I dun' mind! *points at sig* :D

Once more, her eyes closed as she waited for him to swing the metaphorical scythe. When she felt him move closer, Regipre let out an involuntary whimpering noise. Finally, she lost the battle against her body; she messed herself. Sharp teeth pressed into the flesh of her bony shoulders, pulling at the loose fur of her tawny nape. The whelp struggled until his teeth clenched tighter. Then she went limp, a dead weight. Her eyes glazed as she went to the same place she had gone while severing her own limb.