Moonspear teeth-grinder

She knew exactly what she wanted, and dug out the sheep's liver first, only halfway watching Charon as she searched for her treasure. It seemed the heart, or maybe the lungs, was his choice judging by his aim, but Ame was largely preoccupied with her own tender meal. Once she pulled it away from the rest of the ram (and saw that it was indeed the heart he chose), she gave her head a mischievous shake -- probably smattering the immediate area, perhaps Charon included, then ate her choice cut with contented growls.

Ame scraped around for a few other bits and pieces as needed and slowly began to feel the bruise on her side more and more. While her appetite was not vicious, she still basked in the satisfaction of a meal and appropriate company paired with knowing that with this, their caches would be well-off for a bit, so only when she was done with her fill of the carcass, she gingerly stepped aside. A bit of rest would be in order before she felt motivated to work on caching this away, so until then, she'd probably just watch over the leftovers.

She settled nearby to groom a bit, although one eye was curiously on Charon, and the other on the surroundings should any others get wind of the meal. She was sore, tired, and full now, so she was far more tempered than earlier when bloodlust had spurred her into the chase. It had all worked out in her favor, though, so she was not complaining.