Kildeer Rest trappings of starlight

two of them approach, man and woman. husband and wife, perhaps, given their close proximity. the woman stands close to her man, possessive, and qupirruarjuit makes clear her lack of interest in the scarred man with a grunt and turn of her head. she leans down, drinking deeply of the babe's blood, and meets the woman's gaze unblinking.

an acknowledging chuff then as she steps away from what remains of her kill. if they wish to feed from her scraps, she will allow it. qupir does not break the silence shared, drawing tongue across bloodied lips in pensive thought. it is not a fight she desires now, but the tension in the air wraps taut around her lungs.

her tail lifts, confident, curled over her back and twitching. she will hunt for kuvageegai, soon. and what she kills then she will not share with any other.