Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

the woman claimed the opposing side at the flank of the felled deer, a paw resting over the haunches as teeth tore into the thigh, tasting metallic blood on her tongue.

the warmth of the meal spreading through her with each bite. Between mouthfuls, she cast Roan a sidelong glance. “you know,” she began, “a little enthusiasm wouldn’t kill you.”

or maybe it would. she didn't know him all that well.