Sleeping Dragon If you trust your rebel heart, ride it into battle

This post ended up graphic. :o

It sounded like she didn't need to worry about Vlad. Thoughts of him soon vanished into the ether as Wildfire deduced that her prey was, in fact, deceased. She pressed her nose to the bloody flesh of its stomach and nudged it onto its side, then partially onto its back. She then ripped right into that soft, torn underbelly. The organs splattered out in a delicious slip-and-slide. Wildfire did her best to gobble the bits and pieces as they emerged, though many of the entrails still landed on the grass.

That was just as well. Wildfire felt full after devouring the liver and took a step back, motioning for Rosalyn to take a share. "Eat as much as you like. I'm full," she said before an unladylike burp burst out of her. "Pardon me," she said, amber eyes widening ever so slightly before she chuckled at herself and fell to her haunches to begin cleaning the blood from her face and paws.