Bramblepoint I think you pissed off my sandwich.

Suddenly the corpse shuddered much harder than before and Towhee found her meal being ripped from between her teeth. She growled savagely (and automatically) in response, bracing herself to pull it back. The torn flesh gave then and she watched, similarly astonished, as the second and surviving buck took wearily to his feet with the decapitated head of his rival swinging from his rack. One ear turned entirely backward at this macabre sight and a strange phrase slipped from her lips: "Holy butts."

But then the motions of her comrade in arms feeding drew her attention back to the feast. Before she plunged her bloodied muzzle back into the repast, Towhee glanced up at the sky, wondering why Phox had never shown. He had missed quite the hunting opportunity. Would he even believe her when she went back and told him about it? Smirking faintly to herself, the Xi once more lowered her snout toward the now bloody stump of a neck and began bolting down mouthful after mouthful of fresh, delicious venison.