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

red lunged and then cerise painted the air.
his own cheek was splattered with it. indra was watching him with something like humour, standing feral and reeking of the copper-scented trickles of blood along all of her.
it was not the first time he slid his muzzle along her chin to taste what they shared; it was the first time he lingered, flicking his tongue along her eartip before he finally withdrew.
"yew first, redbird."
colt squatted on his haunches, eyes glittering in the gloom.