Moonspear teeth-grinder

The heart didn't even taste that super special. While he ate the thing, Charon was considering how Ame had better appreciate the coolness of his move. And this was just a bighorn sheep, not even like, his actual enemy. It seemed kind of pointless, and in hindsight Charon wished he had picked a better tasting bit of the sheep, but by the time he was done with the heart, the young Alpha didn't really feel like eating any more. He hadn't been that hungry to begin with. His face was splattered in specks of blood; some from the chase, some from Ame shaking the blood in her face out onto his.

Charon licked his lips as he settled himself by the carcass. They'd be able to stash the rest, and it made him feel comfortable for the winter that had suddenly gone from approaching to being here. They were a strong pack, proven once more by this most recent feat. "You okay?" Charon asked, suddenly remembering Ame's tangle with the sheep. It seemed like the gentleman thing to ask about it, even though Charon casually figured she was fine, anyway. She was alive and all, after all.