The Bracken Woods oh, black lung, you're back

indra returned, bloodstained and reeking. colt grunted at her offering. the gore coating her was fresh; she had not shared.
another rebellion. another tenet broken.
colt did not think she deserves the jawbone anymore. he cut into his pheasant, spitting downfeathers into the air. the meat was fresh, and blood gushed between his teeth. 
he offered her none of it, working each bit of flesh from the delicate ribcage.
"gonna need t'clean that pelt before it's useful." colt did not offer to teach indra.