Deepwood Weald coma baby

The Priestess' jaws squeezed ceaselessly. There was a squeaking rasp and a last flutter of movement from the bedraggled creature hanging from her maw before the woods were still again. Giving a low rumble of satisfaction, she ignored the pain of Aphelion slithering against her open wounds as she swung back in the direction she'd come from. She prowled back towards the encampment she shared with Eldritch, sapphire and amethyst gems lifting to light upon her night-sister's inky pelt -- flickering down to the Nightwish's own catch of a rabbit. All the better, now they each had a rabbit to themselves with any scraps and morsels of meat gifted to Aphelion.