Silvertip Mountain Hunters - round end asap

Krypon felt accomplished to help with the hunt, hearing Mason speak of leaving the best for Zaria. Of caorse, the motehr would need the best for her little ones. Krypton didn't argue but only nodded. She watched as the two males dined in before her, she sat on her rump patiently and watched them take their share. First Mason, going for the tender parts, then Chaska, who went for the tougher meat. 

Soon it was Kryp's turn, she didn't even care what part she took. All she did was leave the best for Zaria. For some reason, eating was sort of a blue for her. Tearing off fat and hair, Krypton took parts of the tender chest. Ripping off her share, Krypton scoffed it down quickly (like H20 and chocolate cake). Her face remained bloodied, messy, wild. But her eyes remained calm and cold.

She looked towards the two, then decided to ask a question. "May I keep the antlers?" She asked, hoping Mason would give her permission. Krypton could only imagine being able to chew on those and just keep them in her den to admire.