Emberwood ghost

Redd could feel the strength beneath her. If her hunt partner had not pinned it, she would have been dragged from where she held. She growled and, as the struggling weakened, moved to help in finishing it.

She tore into it from beneath, opening it even as it lay dying. Weak kicks were aimed but could not reach. She ignored them as it was held, shuddering, by the other. Eventually even those ceased.

Satisfied, Redd backed away, licking red from her muzzle and sliding to her belly to allow the ground to cool her as she panted. The hunger never vanished as her body sought to rebuild, but she was used to this. Patience would allow her to wait, to see how such a kill was handled.