Whitebark Stream don't think we need to engage in any pleasantries

She saw what he saw.
That vein when cut would end the buck, and spell good eating for the gang.

Colt moved as if to take it himself, but Indra snaked in close, quickly, while he was distracted she thought; while his eyes gleamed with red reflection. Her teeth caught in the thing's neck and as she pulled down, tearing through, a gout of blood came to stain her muzzle.
She continued on at pace, following the length of its body, and then looked bemused upon Colt while the buck slowly died. Red smeared her face and dripped thickly from her chin.