Sleeping Dragon Look what I got

She licked her mouth clean as Wildfire mentioned what was to come next. Nodding, she turned towards the morsel and was thrown off by what she had seen. Hvitserk, after reversing as she had made the kill, had come closer to the prey.

The hair along her nape pricked uneasily as she picked herself up to stand closer to the rabbit. Something instinctual within her had stirred the moment she found somebody too close to her piece of prey. A growl gurgled within her throat and her tail stood and she took a step closer to the corpse so that she could place a paw upon it, selfishly claiming it as her own.