Bearclaw Valley hym

fleeced fillet, i love that

in tandem they worked, plying a visceral trade as old as the dawn itself. from the shivering grass the male's form cut like a blade towards its target; and within seconds their quarry was felled by a flash of summer red and stormy grey.

overtaken by instinct she dove into the still kicking yet subdued creature; ripping sinew from membrane, glutting hungrily as she speared through its soft underbelly and ate from its hot belly her fill. once she had consumed enough she stepped back, her bloodied tongue passing along her meat-splattered mouth.

the two would eat what they could, and then drag their spoil homeward.