Horizon Ridge Niptaruk

Even as the hunter gripped its throat, the boar fought, stumbling toward Lane as it resisted its aggressor. Lane snapped, but her teeth met air the boar stepped sideways, seemingly by chance. Lane continued to needle at the boar, distracting its attention while her fellow hunter drained its life force. 

Eventually, they were both standing over their kill, watching as it struggled to rake in its last few, dying breaths. "Sorry, didn't mean to pick the insane one," Lane apologized, panting. She didn't like to speak ill of the dead, but it wasn't dead yet.

"Brilliant fight," she complimented. "What's your name, again?" Had he already told her? She was terrible with names. 

Lane would check to make sure the creature was dead, and then she would feast with gusto. She wasn't just eating for herself, after all.