Otatso Wetlands Let me think about it

Zhavvi hummed proudly when she was licked, not minding the blood at all. She moved herself more against her uncle. Even though things could improve in her hunt, many things in fact. Zhavvi was still surprised they had both animals. This only proved that deer were far weaker than bison. This would never have happened with those type of prey. Yes, they were protective of their young but they wouldn't be able to take down mother and young because of the whole herd. Zhavvi knew that once she mastered killing deer that she would grow bored with them.

Zhavvi technically was used to eating first. When she was a pup she was always allowed to eat before or with her father. She never had to wait. Even know her uncle spoiled her by not waiting for her meal. The girl instantly opened the stomach and started to feast on the delicious and nutritious organs of the fawn. She caught it after all. Her tail swayed gently as she was eating, glad she was finally able to eat. Oh and then she would take a delicious nap in the sun with a full stomach, that sounded really nice. "Geou wux visp opsola si letocloa? Nomagqe jaci geou origato ve maulk throdenilt. Si rigluin pateace," the girl then wondered.