Moonspear teeth-grinder

Amekaze caught the hint and took the last hit at the sheep's neck. The impressive bighorn gurgled out its last breath, and once the deed was done Amekaze was quick to dig into his meat. Charon joined her, equal in rank and deserving. Ame went for its stomach, seeking organs there, and Charon tore the flesh around the ribcage, going straight for the heart. While blood cloaked his muzzle Charon didn't really have a clue why he was going for the heart in particular, except that somehow it seemed pretty cool, and befitting of a Jarl of his standing to eat the hearts of his enemies. Or, y'know, prey, whatever.

Charon looked at Ame while he searched for the sheep's heart, almost like he wanted to make sure that she considered it equally cool, or it'd be all for nothing. (Feeling cool by yourself didn't really make you cool, after all)