Greatwater Lake precious and fragile things

The inky blackness was smeared with blood, giving off a shiny wet look. Hawkeye raised her head and licked her chops. She quickly examined the territory in front of her, feeling like she was being watched. This was one of those times that she hated her loss of hearing; her eyes couldn't do her justice if they weren't actually pointed in the general direction that action was occurring. Not only that, but her nose was flooded with the scent of blood, as it was dripping with the stuff. Slowly craning her neck around, Hawkeye immediately spotted what was giving her that eerie feeling; glazed-over grey-blue eyes that were encased in a frosty white coat. He was bigger than she, which she found rare to come across. A chill went through her body and ended at her legs. Her key-lime eyes shimmered as she stepped back from the dead beast she was yanking on and flicked her tail. "Want some?" she inquired. Being selfish and eating more than her fill wasn't in her ways. Plus, it appeared as if drool was about to flood from his mouth.