Dragoncrest Cliffs return of the pistolero

last for me! ty for a fantastic thread

haunt was steady, njord was jubilant. erzulie found herself laughing along breathless as his happiness spilled over, reaching forward to exchange a nose-press and a wave of her tail to each of the successful hunters. "i agree. a pistol," she grinned at haunt. "an' a cannon," she joked to njord.
the animal lay between their paws. erzulie pivoted around it and began to tear at the underbelly, surfacing with a trailing of heart muscle and a strip of fat. she paused once to lift red-stained muzzle toward the heavens, summoning the rest of the pack with a delighted howl that spiraled over the clifftop.
good hunting, the obsidian said with her mismatched eyes, before picking up her prizes and heading away to find her youngest.