Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

Victory has her bob-tail lash, aware but unwilling to satisfy his need for retaliation. She had what she'd wanted - a full belly - and now she comes to gloat at his restraint. 

"You offer easy way out with hunt," One sodden paw treads where bloodied spit stains pink. "Why? Saatsine so weak they ask stranger for kill?" 

The distant man remains unnoticed, gaze holding carnelian's own in disdainful curiosity.