Little Goat Mountain the red string of fate tugs at my heart

Leigh glanced up the best she could to watch as Donovan viciously shook the fawn, and eventually she heard a sickening crack from above. Slowly releasing the animal's leg, her tense jaw now relaxing as she pulled away, she looked down at the kill with a somewhat satisfied smile.

The hunt had been a bit more difficult than she had expected, but with her companion's help the chase was decently quick.

Licking the blood from her lips, she switched her gaze from the goat to Don, offering him a smile as well. She wouldn't take the first bite, not yet. It was only fair that she'd offer it to the male first. He was the one who took the fawn down, after all. Gesturing towards the limp body, she spoke softly.

"Go ahead and eat first."