Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

the mountain woman breathes, heavy, hackles raised, but makes no move closer to the stranger who felled her prize. she lowers her muzzle to the snow instead, lapping up great mouthfuls of blood until her thirst no longer plagues her. sparing him a brief glance, she considers for a moment the prospect of chasing him off. but they are equals in size, and hunger has sapped her strength. she will be lucky if he does not attempt to hoard it for himself.

"niriniq.". she barks the word under her breath, hardly sparing him a moment before she is muzzle deep, tearing at the beasts innards as if she has not eaten in weeks.