Tuktu Weir Engorge

@Jaganatha

Vex was hunting; the scent of a newborn elk fawn filled her nostrils. She could see it, there, beyond the trees — and not a mother in sight. Vex smirked to herself, rushed forth, and dispatched the poor creature with a violent shaking, breaking it's neck. The pelt would be the bedding for her and her whelps, once they were born; she skinned it with surprising accuracy using teeth and claws, then engorged herself. It was a magnificent meal. Once she was done, she moved to the water's edge, cleaning her muzzle of blood before letting loose a crooning call.