Larksong Grotto it's always you

as soon as satori had anchored the doe, he lunged—mass and might bearing down upon her. his teeth found the soft hollow of her throat, crushing, suffocating.
her legs thrashed, a wild and desperate thing, but he held firm, paws digging into the earth to brace against her final struggle. her breath came in gasps, then silence.
he lifted his head, bloodied maw parting as he caught his breath. a glance at satori—measuring, approving. then, without a word, he stepped back, allowing her the first bite.