Sunbeam Lair well, the world might cut you down again, but you know the way back home

Reyson found the throat of the Ewe and bit hard. Blood, warm and thick and heavy rolled down is throat. As the Ewe quit struggling and finally fell limp, he backed up.

Blood painted his lighter fur at his throat a dark russet, he blinked at his hunting companion. He would alllow him to choose what to do with the ewe as it was his hunt.

Well met hunter. He spoke quietly.