The Wall Toome

She claims her place on the kill, lulling to pleasure in the crackle of bone and sup of warm blood over slick teeth. When Wide fang speaks she assumes it is his plan to boot her from the hind. In size alone the doe was rightfully his, and Ayovi would be lucky to flee with meager orts.
Front paws bury into the kill while her haunches prepare to leap should Wide Fang show aggression. The ivory ears flick upward upon receiving his voice, but her eyes do not truly see him over the embed of fang around the cow’s sloping ribcage.
Tension stiffens between them as she awaits his move.