Bearclaw Valley till so many decades had passed

fiiighTT, she whispers against the corner of his mouth, having been corrected, trying to mimic the sharp final syllable. she senses the instinctual retch and takes a step back as well, face brightening as the red-pink meat falls from his mouth. without wasting another second, she falls upon it.

she laps at the slurry, swallowing it greedily. one day, she will chew through muscle and sinew and marrow alike, but for now, this is choice cuisine. it is warm from the man's body and slides comfortingly down her throat.

Avicus finishes, licking away any remnants from her teeth and jaws. she stares at him gratefully, her stomach no longer rumbling. her eyes are once more drawn to the yawning void in his own skull.

the girl steps forward again, bringing her muzzle an inch away from the empty socket. the other eye moves. this hole does not.

dead? she asks, her meat-scented breath on his face.