Moonsong Glacier Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

When he agreed to join, then settled beside her, she chuffed her delight.

At his hesitation, upon which she knew to be invitation of the first taste, she bit into the warm flesh, savoring the bite and tangy iron of the blood that coursed within.

Humming contently, she licked away the new mess. Then, with a nudge to his forelimb, she waited for him to eat next.