Wapun Meadow seek the light,

oaken eyes shone with admiration, with approval, as he watched his dove attack the felled deer. it crumbled to the snow beneath their combined weights, though its cries were merely white noise. metallic ichor flooded his maw, and with wicked satisfaction, he wondered if he'd severed an artery. dolce would release the grip on the creatures frail, mangled hind limb as soon as rala had latched onto its neck.

a deep red stained his maw, quickly swiped at by his tongue, before he was lunging forward again, his docked tail high above his hocks, the fur along his spine bristled with adrenaline. powerful jaws parted as he latched onto the creatures jugular, his heavy paws pressing down heavy upon the deer's ribcage. heavy enough to creak bones, to threaten to break more. 

she was waiting for him to make the final blow, and who was he to keep his woman waiting? teeth sink into flesh, and once his jaw is locked, he gives a harsh thrash to it's neck and squeezes. there's a pop, a wheeze, before the prey falls still beneath them. 

with a rasp, he drops it's neck, his chest heaving from exertion, his wild eyes searching hers. she looks beautiful then, her usually pristine fur stained red. he wouldn't dive into their meal until she did; a courtesy he didn't think he had within him.