Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

The rabbit's skin was slipping from Ilya's jaw as way- she was honestly confused at how it was still even hanging on. She'd always taken Mordecai as a stronger male, and even in her size she thought herself a decently good fight. Then again, she hadn't fought off many. Eventually, the meat of the hare began to tear, and with one final heave she yanked her half free of his. She sniffed it curiously, blood oozing from it's body onto the snowy terrain, the liquid that had splashed her face dripping down over it. 

She looked up to her partner with a triumphant grin, tongue lolling and tail wagging. To someone who wasn't used to the ways of a wolf (a human, perhaps) she probably would've scared the shit out of them. A bloodthirsty creature who bathed in the blood of her victims. But to Mordecai, she probably just looked goofy and cute, but in the way that someone would call a young pup who was excited about everything in life. She watched him (presumably) inspect his own piece, and then waited for him to eat first.