Ravensblood Forest And if you long to never die

Finally the deer stills and he allows it’s bloody, torn up leg to slip from his mouth. Teeth stained in blood as well as his muzzle and a bit of his chest, he licks a black tongue over his chops. Reveling in the taste of the crimson liquid, he quickly sets his eyes on Simmik and she’s calling for his assistance.

Noticing that she’s stuck beneath the heavy body of the doe, he pads over to latch teeth onto the deer that’s nearest to Simmik. Already tasting a new burst of blood in his maw, he begins pulling back on the animal. Muscles shifting beneath his coat he’s yanks and pulls, ripping flesh along with moving the body off of the snowy wolf until she’s free. 

He steps away and heads closer to Simmik, offering a rather sweet smile to her. “Shall we dig in? You can take the dawn to your pack if you’d like.”