Redtail Rise Then she'll carelessly cut you

She tilted her head back, and freely allowed him to groom the fur of her chest, trailing up the sides of her neck in a show of trust that wouldn't have been afforded to many. Any, in fact. She trusted Relic only because she sensed that he was as feral as she; they could play this game of pushing boundaries and delighting in the sensation of coming very close to death- while dancing away from it with the softness of their touches. 

She felt static crackle in the space between them. She uttered a purling growl as his body slid alongside hers, feeling the transfer of blood from his fur to hers. When he reached for the corpse again, it was to shake it, sending droplets of blood that would compliment the streaks and smudges they'd already stained themselves with. A pool of blood remained; his eyes gave her instructions. 

She held her breath and slid her muzzle into the still, faintly warm pool of blood. When she lifted her head, thick droplets of blood fell from the corners of her muzzle. Her lips parted slightly, offering glimpse of the off-white fangs just behind her blood-soaked lips. She remained stationary- willing for him, as well, to do the same.