Blackfoot Forest (m) love and death

She watched as he further savaged the corpse, its husk thinning by the jawful. It looked more on the verge if being a skeleton, than the fox that it once was a mere amount of minutes ago. Only the pelt allowed for the creature to be identified. And the lupine that was mauling it looked up at her held her gaze with a pair of sun bearing orbs. Very..very..bright, yet dark. Full, yet stark. And if she hadn't have had a bit more of her conscious on her side, she might have stared until she couldn't think, even remotely. She had seen many shades of irises, but to have some who lay in the palms such luminancey, captivated Raven. And again, she found herself gazing at them, in awe. Snatching her attention from the yellows, she studied the carcass he had ravaged.Then she sent her focus back to his face, but to his crimson jaws, alone. The jaws who dripped liquid rubies across the virgin earth.

"Does fox taste appetizing?" She had questioned, trying to quell the shake in her voice. She had never tried them, for they always alluding her, and she had a massive diet of fish, dining on the scaled cold bloods with Syver, as they had roamed mainly by the seas.
Raven did not dare to follow her impulse, the constant throb to return her iced blue grey gaze to his own.