Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

She manages two full bites before she hears his storming footsteps and she struggles to take in another, frantically trying to get what she can like a starved street dog. Noma doesn’t have hold of much by the time he’s snarling at her, causing her to flinch away from him but not fast enough to avoid the kill being snatched out of her mouth. A muffled yelp is the only sound she can manage through the quick of it all and she stumbles back a step or two to avoid any further wrath. Her ears droop back against her head and she looks at him from her low swung head and looks upon his contrasting eyes before she lowers her gaze and locks eyes on the kill that should be in her belly. Noma licks her lips a few times, finishing whatever has left behind in her teeth but it is not enough to satisfy the hunger that drove her out here.