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

Having decided she need not wait to kill the thing, she also decided in the moment that she would not waste time waiting for permission; already seeking to eat from the beast as its life bled from it. Colt spoke and she was halfway through a bite.
The buck did protest with a dying breath, aspirating a constellation that wet the brambles.
Indra peeled back the skin. Tore through the hide, fought against it to reach the meat. Her muzzle bore a hole through the haunch of the animal and she thought, it tasted poorly for what she imagined.
Perhaps the living death was spoiling it.
She pulled away glutted, grinning, and pressed close to Colt for a fiendish snap at his cheek, leaving streaks of blood behind.