Redhawk Caldera Lost boys go to Neverland

The cub did not put up a fight, he did not utter a single sound - it was dead within seconds, though Hedda hold on to it for a little longer, just in case. The taste of the flesh - as meagre as it was - and fresh blood was both thrilling and nauseating. She let it go to regard her successful kill with hungry eyes. She had done it, defied the odds, right on the fringes of a claimed territory. And no one had come to defend the child - it now seemed almost justified to take it's life. 

It hit her then though that she should hurry - carrying it away to a safe spot would not be an option, therefore without hesitation she attacked it, tearing flesh, limbs, insides apart and with little attempt to chew it, she gulped it down. Fifteen minutes later all that was left of the once - cub was a mauled head and spine with little tufts of fur stuck to it here and there. Hedda did not cast a single glance back, when she left the territory, leaving a trail of her own stale-stinking blood with the fresh one of the cub's. It would not probably take much effort to track her down, but by then... she would have had an hour's head-start.