Noctisardor Bypass stone craft

The chemistry was perfect, a bubbling moment of blood and teeth. Dione took the moment crafted for her, jaws latching to the neck of the ungulate while claws tore at the torso.

The deer came down, unable to fight for long. With a final tear at the throat, insurance that their prey would not rise again, Dione threw her head back with a boisterous howl.

Victory, and not only in her hunt.

You're still just as good of a partner, if not better. She decided, satisfied with the results of their hunt. Now, tell me why you're here. A new territory, maybe?