Moonspear black holes in my favorite sweaters

grin comes to rest fleetingly across her muzzle as the creature, which only moment ago lived and breathed, gives and tears. their easy interaction, the swift and violent battle, is a balm to all her hurts. when the shadow invites her along, the cub accepts easily; making to follow after the leader with the fox still dangling from her jaws, leaving odd tracks in the snow as it drags alongside the two of them.