Redtail Rise Then she'll carelessly cut you

He squinted, trying to make out the blood against the dark of her coat. It did not stand out terribly well. Then, curiously, she was reaching down to the bloodied remains again.

And felt the warmth of blood and the cool contrast of her nose on his cheek. He blinked, his heart thudding erratically. The act, the notion of blood painting itself was curious. Exhilarating, even. In his throat, he crooned raspily. Approving.

He smirked. Perhaps the first true semblance of a smile Relic had ever shown to anyone. He dipped his muzzle into the carcass, white fur staining red. When he came back up for her, his touch was not at her face, but at her nape. Where there, he'd stain her golden mantle in blood paint.