Bramblepoint bury my body down by the highwayside

the boy huddled low over the carcass, the growl leaking erratically from his throat just as clearly a claim over the bones as his posture. bristling, inching low over the ground, she paced in a tight circle around him, irritation growing. lips curl back over yellowed fangs, and a low, grating growl compliments his. swiftly she uncoils, lunging towards his side in an attempt to get him off, maw agape and ready to grasp and tear at whatever might grow closest to her searching muzzle.