Tormented Tarns little monsters

the thick rib bone snapped in her jaws with the ease of a beloved tennis racket broken over the knee of an angered parent still fuming over the jagged hole left in the porch window.

gun positioned her intact lip and sucked out the marrow, which had gotten more slimy than was healthy. in fact, most of this carcass had gone bad, but a picky stray was a starved stray. so, she continued going at it, quickly ripping apart the rest of this dead pronghorn before whatever killed it came back for seconds.