Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

Last post for me ILUSOMUCH

When Lasher declined to be the first to enjoy the kill, Fin only shrugged. "Suit yourself!" she replied before turning to the beast and leaning down to begin tearing hungrily into the tender flesh between its neck and shoulder. Likely her actions would make it obvious to the tall male that it was the heart that she was after. That or he would conclude that she had no idea where the liver was, but she liked to think his faith in her intelligence was a little higher than that.

Once her hunger was satisfied, she would pull back to look upon him with a face full of gore and smiles. The rest of the kill they could take back to the Plateau, though for now, Fin was perfectly content to gorge herself upon the tender flesh.

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