Redhawk Caldera jaguar

Kaizer relented, and Fox got what she wanted. Now that the otter was in her mouth, her grey eyes locked on him while she ripped it open, pinning it to the ground with her front paws. The flesh was ripe and tender. Warm against her mouth. It was the first decent meal she'd had since Peregrine had left, and she devoured it with reckless abandon. Flecks of blood and flesh covered her muzzle, but she paid them no mind.

Her eyes never left him, wary of his presence but unwilling to chase him off. If he neared, she would growl, but she was content to let him watch her eat.