Moonspear teeth-grinder

On the edge of her focus, it did register that Charon had moved back. At the same time, she saw the prey still lived. Barely. Ame could only smell his blood and heard it gurgle when she tore at its throat.

Satisfied with the damage done, she let go it watched it fall limp with an unceremonious thud, dead as could be. She exhaled a big, shuddering breath that evidently, she'd held onto. Her ribs stung in the meantime but she was feeling quite alright still, cruising nicely on the high of the hunt and the resulting success.

She drifted back towards the sheep's belly, stiffening her tail and walking gingerly as she moved to rip at the already torn flesh. Amekaze didn't have plans of eating a lot, necessarily, but she did seek the richest parts for herself. The rest could be cached, whatever Charon didn't want, that was, and she'd stash away any other pieces she fancied for herself. She shot him a look, then looked past him just to check on things. The scavengers hadn't gotten wind of this yet and neither had anyone else in the pack, so here, this was between only them. 

She didn't even know of his full interest in all of this, if it was hunger or opportunity alone that had spurred him into joining her, but she still wasn't feeling very wordy when she returned her teeth to digging out the organs she wanted. Instead, she expressed her satisfaction with a wave of her lifted tail.