Silver Moraine kill

Ensnared between teeth, buckling beneath their collective might, they felled the beast. She maintained her grip, remembering his call for ending it cleanly—it did not gurgle, nor gasp, nor struggle as its blood spilled in her mouth, tongue pressed against the place a once jumping pulse beat wildly. She released, feeling this, and looked at their work, her own sides still heaving.

It had been a good hunt, and the meat was plenty. Tikigâk’s tongue lolled from her mouth as she panted, tail swaying slowly behind her. She regarded the man now with an approving glint in her gaze. He had hunted with her, and had proven himself capable in this. 

Now she stepped forward to partake in their shared kill, hungry for the reward they two had reaped.