Nimbus Summit Nukadlik

what joy, what pure fucking bliss, the taste of fresh kill almost lustfully devoured by a still snorting, gasping hunter. 

saliva and blood mixed into a waterfall pouring down the bitch's chin, tainting the formerly pristine snow as she tore into the soft, swollen belly of a fox, which so valiantly tried to defend that which was within it. that final crunch of neck bone upon being crushed by the powerful jawmuscle was all it took for diesel to rid herself of all doubt regarding the morality of her lunch.

the bone steak her master once fed her sounded about the same.