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She remains submissive, showing more of it as her head lowers and her tail tucks between her legs upon his approach. The rumble of her stomach earns a flick of the Commander’s ear as he follows her gaze to the fawn. It is not for you, he thinks again as if she could read his thoughts. It is intended to be shared between he and Conan. The idea of supping with a stranger is not repulsive necessarily but it is a strange concept and he unsure of what to do with it. When he gleams what he desires from her scent he steps back from her putting distance between them, whilst placing himself strategically between her and the fawn’s corpse though her submissive nature assures him that she will not try anything …unwise. He draws in a deep breath as his tongue swipes across his jowls once more. She is healthy. Young. Alone. He lets out a loud huff upon his exhale. He turns his back to her with a low growl, a single warning: do not move. If she attacked him he is liable to tear her apart as he is about to tear apart the yet un-mauled fawn corpse. He pads to it and grips a hind leg in his jaws, placing a large paw upon it’s flank to hold it still and he begins to tear away the haunch from the body, pulling it away with a disgusting popping noise as the bone is dislocated. The haunch is freed with spray of blood across his face and chest. He pads a bit closer to her and tosses the haunch her way. “Eat.” He commands her a deep, guttural voice that is used sparingly. She is hungry, he knows and he expects her not to protest.

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