The Bracken Woods Apathy

The doe's movements cease and she eases her jaws open again, watching the male rip into the rump of their fallen prey. A knot sits in her stomach as she watches him break the flesh of their kill before him, something she's not been accustomed to for a long time now. She's not had to fight for the first break of flesh, given the first opportunity to eat above the others. The male isn't one of her own, she has to remind herself, and he's at least avoided the tender organs within whether or not a decision he made before taking his fill.

Thuringwethil breaks into the belly with ease, blood forming on her muzzle as she shreds flesh and a thin layer of muscle, sorting into the cavity to first engulf the liver before she rips apart the rest and digs into the source of nutrients she finds most delicious and useful for her body.

When her fill has been met, she licks at her lips and rifles through the mess she made for anything left behind. Her hunger hadn't been as strong or driven as the other, a pack beneath her claim to help support them, but she doesn't allow herself to waste what has been presented. Thuringwethil moves back, attempts to clean the mess around her muzzle, and watches him devour the kill they brought down together. A capable hunter, already proven, and so the idea isn't all that far-fetched once he's taken a moment after his feast: "Join me."

i may or may not have fallen asleep halfway through writing this lol