The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

Metis blasted a breath out of her nose like a stallion, feeling it curl over her muzzle and into the cold fur around her eyes. Adrenaline still pounded in her veins, heart thundering with the force of a millennium of her bloodline.

She threw her head to the side, the weasel snapping with it, as if she was ensuring it was dead. But..well. It was crushed to bits in her mouth, she’d be picking pieces of skull from her gums later she was sure. But it didn’t matter.

She dropped the weasel after a moment, blood and saliva drooling from her mouth in a pink slime, before she savagely rent a leg from the body of the animal, chewing at its meat. Never once did she guess someone watched her do such a thing. The girl was entirely wrapped in her own world.