Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

The clatter of rocks scattering under his turning paws masked the muffled squeak of the marmot falling under Desdemona's weight. It wasn't until she hoisted it into the air with a sickening crack that his heart began to slow down and a grin unfurled across his gums. Nice catch, he panted, for once not succumbing to his negative self talk. The voice inside his head would often berate him for failing to catch something himself, but this time it was silent. Perhaps he was reaching a turning point.

Do you want to cache that one, too? he asked once his breathing settled closer to normal. He wouldn't protest if she did. He was hungry, of course, but not so desperately hungry that he had any desire to seize it from her. It was Desdemona's kill, and therefore, it was Desdemona's decision what happened to it.