Kildeer Rest i'll have him good as new i just have to get my hammers

He did not wait for her. The invitation had been given and she could take it or leave it. It mattered not to him. Taggarik lowered his powerful jaws back to the stomach, his white fangs piercing and holding the flesh as his carnassials sheared pieces off from the whole. His watchful gaze caught the female approaching hesitantly. He did not shift nor pause his feeding as she drew near, but barely perceptible smile formed at the corner of his mouth as her black nose reached forward to smell and touch the doe.

Tripe was among the foulest smelling parts of an animal, if not the foulest. It's potent stench engulfed him but even still, his breath drew her scent in through his acute nose and he could detect a familiar scent amidst her own. "So Terich has found you," he commented between another bite, idly wondering where the gray agouti male was now.