Hideaway Strath Firestorm

The black femme pushed her face into the deers still warm belly and worked on finding the best piece. She chewed a hunk of flesh and withdrew from the deer having pulled out a small serving of the liver. She left the rest of rich meat there to share with the rest of the pack. Very briefly her eyes met the Grandmasters eyes, Whrist's lips quirked up in a half smile. Then she tossed her tail haughtily high over her back and trotted away with her take.