Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

The vole landed with a meaty thud in front of her and she stared at it, for a time. Then, the scent of blood, the scent of meat, it awoke the hungry creature that lived in her chest and in the pit that had become her stomach.

She descended upon the meager meal like it was a twelve course feast, crunching her way through the delicate bones and struggling to swallow the entire thing whole. It didn’t work, but she imagined it.

In the end, all that would be left was scraps of fur, some scattered bone, and a slightly swaying Tullik, eyes shadowed with her tired lids.