Porcupine Ridge Kate Spade

Jhala claimed the deer, and Capri felt a surge of adrenaline. Her own jaws sought to put an end to the fawn’s life, not desiring any creature to suffer. Her jaws were quick to grasp the opposite end her pack mate held, and together, the two brought the fawn to silence, allowing its pain to be only fleeting.
 
Pulling back, the regal licked the blood from her lips, her eyes fast upon the slumped fawn. It would have been ideal to share the feast with the pack – but as it stood, Capri was not in such a giving mood at the moment, as Vuk and Taggarik were likely gallivanting around, making babies anywhere they saw fit.
 
“Thank you, Jhala,” she replied, her tone soft. “I needed this.” She paused then, her gaze drifting back up to the girl. “I’d rather we didn’t call the pack for a feast – I can’t look at anyone right now,” she softly spoke, hoping the Beta would understand.