Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

She felt bad. She, the terrible hunter, had managed to catch one of these slippery buggers.
And Takion still flailed, encouraging her to eat her catch.
Surely, he'd catch something too.

Gingerly, she crunched into the head of the fish, making sure that it didn't keep flapping everywhere.
She looked up at him as he sighed an oh so heavy sigh. "You can do it!" she called encouragingly. She had every faith he could.

A moment later and he had one! He brought it up, splashing and flopping like hers. He brought it over to the bank gingerly and chomped on it. She was about to extend her own chomping services when it slippered away! She swung her jaws after it, but Takion was faster and recovered it.

But still, she tried to chomp the head of the fish as it flailed from the end of its tail. She snapped at it a number of times like a dog trying to catch water from a hosepipe, and eventually crunched the skull with a very gruesome sound which made her cringe.
What if a bear did that to her head?!