Neverwinter Forest bladerunner

he shifts in front of her, becoming bigger as his hackles raise in alarm, but he makes no move to punish her for being so close to his kill.  instead a rumble pours from his redstained maw as his posture solidifies, statuesque.

she yawns, diffusing some of the pent-up stress that if the other had any more situational awareness would be nearly palpable in the air between them.  

and then she moves closer, slowly at first, entering further into the brute's personal bubble, before striking quick at the carcass in an effort to steal a mouthful and bolt away, to the edge of the clearing.

if she could just be quick enough.