Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

It was a lucky strike. The sudden movements prompted the rodent to drop its meal and assume all fours, just in time for Masquerade’s teeth to close around its midriff. She lifted the creature off the ground and felt resistance. Sable’s face was right next to hers, one of the mountain beaver’s hind legs snagged in his teeth.

She wanted to laugh. Instead, she sank her fangs into the struggling creature’s body, putting a hasty end to its suffering. It went limp as blood poured down her chin. Masque’s jaws parted as she let it begin falling from her mouth, just to readjust her bite around its head.

With a wave of her tail, she tried to catch Sable’s eye despite the close proximity. Together, they could tug until they tore the body in half, leaving her with the anterior and Sable with the posterior.

Power-played a bit here, let me know if I need to edit anything! :)