Bramblepoint I think you pissed off my sandwich.

Towhee couldn't hear the stag's last breath, yet she saw it: that powerful body suddenly flattened and went limp, save for the slight juddering back and forth by his surviving rival. The Xi licked her chops, wishing she could fall upon the kill but aware that she could be gored by the dead buck's opponent. Then again, his antlers were locked in place, so as long as she steered clear of his legs, she shouldn't need to worry.

With this in mind, she exchanged a glance with the pale stranger, then trotted around their felled prey. There were no flailing limbs to strike her here. Towhee lowered her muzzle to sniff at the carcass, squinting as the body jerked slightly. She hovered warily for a few moments until she could no longer resist the siren song of fresh blood and meat. Her jaws yawned open and she sank her teeth into the back of the buck's neck, tearing off a sizable chunk. She barely chewed before swallowing it.

She proceeded to feed, momentarily ignorant to her companion. Was he eating too? Or was he assessing the remaining deer in preparation to finish him off? Towhee cared about nothing else but filling her belly at the moment.